Oscar Wilde Quotes
-
He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood.
-
M. Zola is determined to show that, if he has not got genius, he can at least be dull.
-
I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.
-
The truth about the life of a man is not what he does, but the legend which he creates around himself.
-
The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.
-
The sky was pure opal now.
-
I'm too old to know everything.
-
Genius is born-not paid.
-
To make men Socialists is nothing, but to make Socialism human is a great thing.
-
In art, the public accept what has been, because they cannot alter it, not because they appreciate it. They swallow their classics whole, and never taste them.
-
It is a very dangerous thing to know one’s friends.
-
You can't possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It's absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.
-
American girls are as clever at concealing their parents as English women are at concealing their past.
-
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them.
-
All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.
-
She doth mean the earth to me! By earth, I actually mean dust.
-
In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
-
Society takes upon itself the right to inflict appalling punishment on the individual, but it also has the supreme vice of shallowness, and fails to realize what it has done. When the man's punishment is over, it leaves him to himself; that is to say, it abandons him at the very moment when its highest duty towards him begins.
-
An actor is part illusionist, part artist, part ham.
-
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
-
As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn't become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.
-
Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then, and then only, does it comes into existence.
-
Nature, which makes nothing durable, always repeats itself so that nothing which it makes may be lost.
-
The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.