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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Heart Quotes
  • A method of procuring sensations? Do you think then, that a man who has once committed a murder could possibly do the same crime again? Don't tell me that." says Dorian. "Oh! anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often," says Lord Henry
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Men Quotes , Thinking Quotes