• Oscar Wilde 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
    Irish writer 1854-1900
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Oscar Wilde - 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.
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. by : Oscar Wilde

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yellow-wheat 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 Greatest-Quotations.com