Oscar Wilde Quotes
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Oscar Wilde
Quotes to Explore
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What man is there, surrounded though he be with the love of wife and children, who does not retain a memory of the romantic affection of boys for each other? Having felt it, he could scarcely have forgotten it, and if he never felt it, he missed one of the most golden of the prizes of youth, unrecapturable in mature life.
E. F. Benson
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I'm confident and really optimistic.
Saku Koivu
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It's funny, because I have periods where I just kind of go dark. I don't tweet, I don't talk, I don't interview, and then I have times where I do.
Lance Armstrong
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I live in England, so I take a lot of trains, and you can't really go anywhere without somebody talking on their mobile phone behind you, forcing you to listen to their conversation. With the Internet, with texting, with networking sites, there's already information everywhere.
Patrick Ness
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When I'm filming, it's in the contract - 'No kiteboarding' - ha ha.
Maika Monroe
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People just get kicks out of making other people sad.
Maisie Williams
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When I'm off the golf course, I feel the pressure, but I try to concentrate on the golf course.
Inbee Park
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I studied graphic design originally. I used to like drawing, and I was quite into technical drawing. I was always interested in the visual medium, but I thought I was going to be an architect or something like that, but it's quite a lonely job.
Asif Kapadia
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Life is short. You have to be able to laugh at our pain or we never move on.
Jeff Ross
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My parents have a strong work ethic, but their attitude to life, their philosophy, is: 'whatever makes you happy.'
Sally Hawkins
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I can spend 10 to 15 minutes with someone, and they can tell me what they're going through. I may never have gone through that, but I get it on a really deep level.
Karen Kingsbury
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We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Oscar Wilde