Jun 18 2013
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荔枝丰年
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Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
— Quite True. (via renaissance-eyes)
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“ I love talking about nothing, it’s the only thing I know anything about.
— Oscar Wilde (via inlovewithfate)
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“ You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via une-autre-vie)
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“ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects.
— “The Picture of Dorian Gray” - Oscar Wilde (via amazingworldofmebyluis)
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“ Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go
— Oscar Wilde (via desysimamora)
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“ Já se disse que os grandes acontecimentos acontecem no cérebro. É no cérebro e somente nele que também acontecem os grandes pecados do mundo.
— Oscar Wilde (via demon-love-song)
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I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
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.
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‘The ballad of reading gaol’ - Oscar Wilde
one of my absolute favourite poems :)
(Source: which-side-is-the-dream)
