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  • For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sad Quotes , Taken Quotes
  • Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it. The only pity was one had to pay so often for a single fault. One had to pay over and over again, indeed. In her dealings with man, Destiny never closed her accounts.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Destiny Quotes , Men Quotes