Oscar Wilde Quotes (991 Quotes)

I never change, except in my affections.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginnig for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

There was something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as youth's passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world.

What absurd fellows you are, both of you! I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given.

You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid

I really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is.

He was trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life and weave them into a pattern; to find his way through the sanguine labyrinth of passion through which he was wandering.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.

If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

The people who have adored me-- there have not been very many, but there have been some-- have always insisted on living on, long after I had ceased to care for them, or they to care for me.

There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.

What are you? To define is to limit.

You have not realized how I have developed. I was a schoolboy when you knew me. I am a man now. I have new passions new thoughts new ideas. I am different but you must not like me less. I am changed but you must always be my friend.

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.

I really don't see what is so romantic about proposing. One may be accepted - one usually is, I believe - and then the excitement is ended. The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

You can hardly imagine that I and Lord Bracknell would dream of allowing our only daughter - a girl brought up with the utmost care - to marry into a cloak-room, and form an alliance with a parcel?

But beauty, real beauty, ends where all intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes al nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think.

He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression...

I have never searched for happiness. Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.