Memories Quotes by Oscar Wilde

memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away

— Oscar Wilde

The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.

— Oscar Wilde

“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.”

— Oscar Wilde

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

— Oscar Wilde

The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats

— Oscar Wilde

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory…

— Oscar Wilde

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never have happened and couldn't possibly have happened.

— Oscar Wilde

No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman's…

— Oscar Wilde

I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their memories, or have never done anything…

— Oscar Wilde

If a man needs an elaborate tombstone in order to remain in the memory of his country, it is clear that his…

— Oscar Wilde

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never happened or couldn't possibly have happened.

— Oscar Wilde

There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the…

— Oscar Wilde

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never…

— Oscar Wilde

Sometime you will find, even as I have found, that there is no such thing as romantic experience; there are romantic memories,…

— Oscar Wilde

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail,…

— Oscar Wilde

It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray,…

— Oscar Wilde

There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride…

— Oscar Wilde

Perhaps there may come into my art also, no less than into my life, a still deeper note, one of greater unity…

— Oscar Wilde

Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.…

— Oscar Wilde

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even…

— Oscar Wilde