Oscar Wilde. The Picture Of Dorian Gray (№ 885)

It is necessary to continue life from where it stopped yesterday, and we are painfully aware that are doomed to continuously expend energy, either in the same tedious circle of familiar stereotypical occupations. Sometimes we are in this moment experiencing desire, opening his eyes to a new world, transformed for the night, to the delight of us, a world in which all took new forms and clothed the living, bright colors, a world full of change and new secrets, a world where the past has no place or space is very modest, and if the past is still alive, then, at least not in the form of obligation or regret, for even in the recollection of happiness has its own bitterness, and the memory of past pleasures cause pain.