Lucia Ignatescu

“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

“Femeia înşală numai pe cel pe care-l iubeşte, pe ceilalţi îi părăseşte pur şi simplu.”
― Camil Petrescu, Ultima noapte de dragoste, întâia noapte de război

“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

“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