sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that oflove touches it Autor: Oscar Wilde Copy Quote More from Oscar Wilde “The final mystery is oneself.” “Not "Forgive us for our sins" but "Smite us for our iniquities" should be the p…” “Estoy harto de la inteligencia. Todo el mundo es inteligente en la actualidad. …” “Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange…”