Oscar Wilde Quotes
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Quotes to Explore
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We live in a fast-paced culture where we're asked to make snap decisions all day long, so I suppose cash-point donations feed into the immediacy of our life experience. So it's a great idea. But I think it needs careful handling.
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The antagonisms between men and women express themselves in the most delicate phase of their life together - in their sexual relationship.
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Life histories tell you just about everything you need to know about an animal.
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Our contribution purely depends on our consciousness and our willingness to support those in need, to show vulnerability and accept the support of others, to share without expecting the credit, to give it our all and allow our hard work to decide the outcome, to understand that control can only be achieved with a shared responsibility.
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There came a moment in my life when I realized that I had stepped into another part of my life. I used to walk into a room full of people and think, do they like me? And one day I walk in and I thought, do I like them?
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When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways - either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength. Thanks to the teachings of Buddha, I have been able to take this second way.
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It takes heart to be in political life.
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The only thing I'd ever wanted in my life was to be a major-league ballplayer, but I had to admit to myself that I wasn't good enough. It broke my heart.
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Food was always important in my family, but I didn't think of it as a vocation until a later point in life.
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In life, sometimes you just lose.
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Everything I have experienced in my life helps form who I am today, and I would not change or forget any of it.
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We weren't dirt poor, but there was no spare money kicking around. While it was very much understood that the way to a better life was through education, books were a luxury we couldn't afford. But when I was six, we actually moved opposite the central library, and that became my home from home.
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I love karaoke. I love maudlin country ballads. In another life, I'd be Loretta Lynn.
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Life would be very dreary if there were no magic. If the real world were only that veil of tears, I just don't think could get up in the morning.
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I did theatre all my life and then went into the film world. I then kind of segued into TV land, which is a different experience.
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You matter to God, and every detail of your life matters to Him.
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To me, the newspaper business was a way to learn about life and how things worked in the real world and how people spoke. You learn all the skills - you learn to listen, you learn to take notes - everything you use later as a novelist was valuable training in the newspaper world. But I always wanted to write novels.
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The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
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The aphorism 'as a man thinketh in his heart so is he' contains the secret of life.
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In life, loss is inevitable. Everyone knows this, yet in the core of most people it remains deeply denied - 'This should not happen to me.' It is for this reason that loss is the most difficult challenge one has to face as a human being.
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We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.
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I am not going to say I have been a saint. I have not been a perfect man. None is perfect but the Father, which is in Heaven.
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Every reformation ruins somebody.
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To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
