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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Jealous Quotes , Giving 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