Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wildewas an Irish playwright, novelist, essayist, and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s. He is remembered for his epigrams, his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, his plays, as well as the circumstances of his imprisonment and early death...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 October 1854
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.
Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207
The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.
Like strange mechanical grotesques, Making fantastic arabesques, The shadows raced across the blind.
Fantastic shadows of birds
What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.
These days man knows the price of everything, but the value of nothing.
The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly deceived
The secret of life is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.
The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women merely adored.
Things last either too long, or not long enough,
The worst form of tyranny the world has ever known the tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts.