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The Picture Of Dorian Gray

Book by Oscar Wilde · 50 quotes · Oscar Wilde, Dorian Gray, The Portrait Of Dorian Gray

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“This potrait would be to him the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body, so it would reveal to him his own soul. And when winter came upon it, he would still be standing where spring trembles on the verge of summer. With the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mark of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood. Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade.”

“I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose. I know, now, that when one loses one's good looks, whatever they may be, one loses everything. Your picture has taught me that. Lord Henry Wotton is perfectly right. Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.”

“He would often spend a whole day settling and resettling in their cases the various stones that he had collected, such as the olive-green chrysoberyl that turns red by lamplight, the cymophane with its wirelike line of silver, the pistachio-coloured peridot, rose-pink and wine-yellow topazes, carbuncles of fiery scarlet with tremulous, four-rayed stars, flame-red cinnamon-stones, orange and violet spinels, and amethysts with their alternate layers of ruby and sapphire. He loved the red gold of the sunstone, and the moonstone’s pearly whiteness, and the broken rainbow of the milky opal.”

“The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbor with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.”

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.”

“Les femmes nous aiment pour nos défauts. Si nous en avons une somme convenable, elles nous pardonnent tout, même d'être intelligents. (...) - Naturellement, c'est la vérité. Si nous ne vous aimions pas pour vos défauts, que deviendriez-vous tous ? Pas un de vous ne se marierait. Vous ne seriez plus qu'un tas d'infortunés célibataires. Ce qui, d'ailleurs, ne vous changerait pas beaucoup. Car aujourd'hui tous les hommes mariés vivent en célibataires, et tous les célibataires en hommes mariés.”

“Life has everything in store for you, Dorian. There is nothing that you, with your extraordinary good looks, will not be able to do." "But suppose, Harry, I became haggard, and old, and wrinkled? What then?" "Ah, then," said Lord Henry, rising to go, "then, my dear Dorian, you would have to fight for your victories. As it is, they are brought to you. No, you must keep your good looks. We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. We cannot spare you." (8.19)”

“Si Sibyl es capaz de dar un alma a quienes han vivido sin ella, si crea un sentimiento de belleza en personas cuyas vidas han sido sórdidas y miserables, si los libera de su egoísmo y les presta lágrimas por sufrimientos que no son suyos, se merece toda tu adoración, se merece la adoración del mundo entero.”

“Los buenos artistas existen simplemente en su producción, y por consecuencia resultan completamente faltos de interés en sí mismos. Un gran poeta, un verdadero gran poeta, es el menos poético de los seres. Pero los poetas inferiores son absolutamente fascinantes. Cuanto peor riman, más pintorescos parecen. El solo hecho de haber publicado un libro de sonetos de segundo orden hace a un hombre completamente irresistible. Vive la poesía que no pudo escribir. Los otros escriben la poesía que no se atreven a realizar”