— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via x-paperdragons-x)
— The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde. (via thedreamerr)
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
— Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol [fragment] (via sublimefuncionmonstruoii)
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“Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.”
“Even when one has been wounded by it, Harry?” asked the Duchess, after a pause.
“Especially when one has been wounded by it,” answered Lord Henry.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“‘What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose’ - how does the quotation run? - ‘his own soul’?”
Lord Henry
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
— Oscar Wilde (via fine-and-bold)
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