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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Stars Quotes , Flower 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