It was foolish of me, and yet I couldn't help it.

Oh, don't leave me, don't leave me." A fit of passionate sobbing choked her.

She crouched on the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiselled lips curled in exquisite disdain.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

Sibyl Vane seemed to him to be absurdly melodramatic.
Her tears and sobs annoyed him.
"I am going," he said at last in his calm clear voice.