Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.
Oscar WildeDon't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you.
Oscar WildeEvery woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.
Oscar WildeDon't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you.
Oscar Wilde