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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Real Quotes
  • Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Pain Quotes , Grief Quotes