Quote by Oscar Wilde, De Profoundis
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.
Summary
This quote encapsulates a sense of constant sadness and imprisonment that pervades the speaker's existence. They describe how sorrow defines their life to the point where all seasons seem merged into one, regardless of the external beauty in nature. The imagery of a small iron-barred window suggests confinement and limited access to the outside world. This physical and emotional confinement leads to a perpetual state of twilight, signifying a lack of hope or vibrancy. The quote also suggests a thematic connection between the static nature of their thoughts and the stagnant passage of time in their life, further encapsulating their sense of despair.
Topics
Sadness
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