Only the shallow know themselves.

Only the shallow know themselves. God knows; I won't be an Oxford don anyhow. I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious. Or perhaps I'll lead the life of pleasure for a time and then—who knows?—rest and do nothing. What does Plato say is the highest end that man can attain here below? To sit down and contemplate the good. Perhaps that will be the end of me too.

A blog entirely dedicated to Oscar Wilde's genius.

Reblogged from bosielicious

bosielicious:

I am in the library. Look at this beauty.
Somebody hold me.
;~;

"The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me."

Reblogged from sophianism

Oscar Wilde (via sophianism)

Reblogged from amiraandthecats

amiraandthecats:

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

relaxandsucceed:

Death comes to us all. Are you ready?
http://relaxandsucceed.wordpress.com/2014/08/05/prepare-to-die

Reblogged from relaxandsucceed

relaxandsucceed:

Death comes to us all. Are you ready?

http://relaxandsucceed.wordpress.com/2014/08/05/prepare-to-die

"My first meeting with Oscar Wilde was an astonishment. I never before heard a man talking with perfect sentences, as if he had written them all over night with labour and yet all spontaneous."

Reblogged from brianjohnspencer

W.B. Yeats (here)

"Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days have been your sonnets."

Reblogged from orplid

Oscar Wilde, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' (via orplid)

Reblogged from oliviarushh

How Dorian Gray should have ended

Reblogged from theclockworkaesthete

  • Lord Henry Wotton: *looking at the painting* What's his name?
  • Basil Hallward: None of your fucking business, Harry! Get out of my house!
  • THE END

"Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation."

Reblogged from theworld-iswatching

De Profundis, Oscar Wilde (via theworld-iswatching)

oscarwldes:

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde as published in Lippincott’s Magazine

Reblogged from oscarwldes

oscarwldes:

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde as published in Lippincott’s Magazine

"If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism."

Reblogged from paper-diaries

The Importance of Being Earnest (via paper-diaries)

"

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,—
It shall be, I said, for eternity
‘Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done,
Love’s web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,—
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,—you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.

"

Reblogged from poetalaureatus

Oscar Wilde - Her voice (via poetalaureatus)

Reblogged from panikfaze

"Ah, my dear Basil, that is exactly why I can feel it. Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies."

Reblogged from deeperthenyouthought

The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde (via deeperthenyouthought)

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic."

Reblogged from oscarwldes

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via oscarwldes)