Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
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
If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. but… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that… — 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
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. But… — 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
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
I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Of course to one so modern as I am, `Enfant de mon siècle,’ merely to look at the world will be always… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate:… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not… — 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
