Quote by Oscar Wilde

"Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may."

Oscar Wilde, from Her Voice

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halflightrae · Dec 28, 2025

I’ve always found that bit about the crimson roses bursting through the frost to be such a hopeful image.

softdamage · Jan 1, 2026

The ship and harbor metaphor is such a comforting way to describe eventually finding peace after a long struggle.

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