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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Memories Quotes , Passion Quotes
  • What between the duties expected of one during one's lifetime, and the duties exacted from one after one's death, land has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure. It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. That's all that can be said about land.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Home Quotes , Land Quotes
  • And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Grief Quotes , Blessing Quotes