She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions. She tried to look picturesque, but only succeeded in being untidy.
Oscar WildeNever regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.
Oscar Wilde