I don't understand women well enough," he answered. "My dear Gerald," I said, "women are meant to be loved, not to be understood." "I cannot love where I cannot trust," he replied. "I believe you have a mystery in your life, Gerald," I exclaimed; "tell... Lord Arthur Savile's Crime & Other Stories - Strana 78podľa Oscar Wilde - 1891 - Počet stránok 168Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
| Oscar Wilde - 1908 - Počet stránok 294
...him if he was married yet. ' I don't understand women well enough,' he answered. ' My dear Gerald,' I said, ' women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.'...yellow carriage, \. any other colour — there, that dark green one will do ' ; and in a few moments we were trotting down the boulevard in the direction... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1909 - Počet stránok 284
...him if he was married yet., "I don't understand women well enough," he answered. "My dear Gerald," I said, "women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.'' "I cannot love where I cannot trust," lie replied. "I believe you have a mystery in your life, Gerald," I exclaimed; "tell me about it."... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 1915 - Počet stránok 1054
...him if he was married yet. 487 "I don't understand women well enough," he answered. "My dear Gerald," I said, "women are meant to be loved, not to be understood."...yellow carriage, any other colour — there, that dark green one will do; " and in a few moments we were trotting down the boulevard in the direction... | |
| David Stuart Davies - 2000 - Počet stránok 244
...asked him if he was married yet. 'I don't understand women well enough,' he answered. 'My dear Gerald,' I said, 'women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.'...a yellow carriage, any other colour - there, that dark green one will do;' and in a few moments we were trotting down the boulevard in the direction... | |
| Oscar Wilde - 2004 - Počet stránok 164
...asked him if he was married yet. 'I don't understand women well enough,' he answered. 'My dear Gerald,' I said, 'women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.'...not a yellow carriage, any other colour there, that dark green one will do'; and in a few moments we were trotting down the boulevard in the direction... | |
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