For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“whose melancholy could be cured only by the spectacle of death, and who had a passion for red blood, as other men… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I wanted to eat of the fruit of all the trees in the garden of the world… And so, indeed, I went… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow. Pain, unlike… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Basil my dear boy puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“If these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Men always want to be a womans first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a mans last… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
