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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 you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.
  • 5 years ago



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  • The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Summer Quotes , Garden Quotes
  • There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America. It was not until I had seen the water-works at Chicago that I realised the wonders of machinery; the rise and fall of the steel rods, the symmetrical motion of the great wheels is the most beautiful rhythmic thing I have ever seen.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Beautiful Quotes , Country Quotes