Chrysanthemums Quote by Oscar Wilde Download Open image “Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise.” — Oscar Wilde ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Chrysanthemums Gaudy Gilded Merchandise
All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“A wilderness of gilt, gleaming in the slant from the dust-furred windows: gilded cupids, gilded commodes and torchieres, and -- undercutting the old-wood smell… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me!… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
“Theophane gave birth to a magical ram named Krysomallos, who for some reason had wool made of gold. Eventually, Krysomallos would be skinned for… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Whatever is gold does not glitter. A gentle radiance belongs to the noblest metal. — Friedrich Nietzsche 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
I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of the Queen-Elizabeth-Slept-Here… — Jean Plaidy Copy Share Image
The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
I seek and don’t find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an ornamental thing. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
A grower of chrysanthemums awaited a visit from the emperor, who was coming to enjoy his blossoms, of which there were hundreds in bloom.… — John Templeton Copy Share Image
It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal waves or… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Some brave chrysanthemums still stood in the country gardens, but they looked like bedraggled survivors of a battle, barely able to hold their tattered… — Patricia Moyes Copy Share Image
Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
