The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance, then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them.
Oscar WildeEchan a perder todas las historias de amor intentando que duren para siempre.
Oscar WildeThe living always think that gold can make them happy
Oscar WildeThe gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.
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One must be serious about something, if one wants to have any amusement in life.
Oscar WildeMots clés life seriousness enjoyment hobbies amusement hobby enjoy
are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Oscar WildeThe aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less.
Oscar WildeMots clés love
Cupids laughed round it as of old.
Oscar Wildehe had been filled with terror lest other eyes should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.
Oscar WildeThrough vanity he had spared her.
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