Lucia Ignatescu

“The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their own way, every comedy would have a tragic ending, and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Cand unul se satura de celalalt, ce face, ma rog? Fireste, i-o spune verde asta si asta, dragoste cu sila nu se poate.”
― Mihail Drumeş, Scrisoare de dragoste

“I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“O iubire mare e mai curând un proces de autosugestie, trebuie timp și trebuie complicitate pentru formarea ei.”
― Camil Petrescu, Ultima noapte de dragoste, întâia noapte de război