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.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891).
March 3, 2021
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Shelley: The Sensitive Plant
― Lady Windermere’s Fan by Oscar Wilde
“Every saint has a past, and
every sinner has a future.”
— Oscar Wilde
“Qué lástima que en la vida aprendamos las lecciones cuando ya no sirven de nada”.
RAVENCLAW: “We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it immensely. All art is quite useless.” –Oscar Wilde (Prologue: The Picture of Dorian Gray)
„Bitter, bitter war der Schmerz, und wilder, wilder wurde das Lied, denn sie sang nun von der Liebe, die der Tod verklärt, von der Liebe, die auch im Grabe nicht stirbt.“
Oscar Wild – Die Nachtigall und die Rose, 1888
oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray: preface
— Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis, ca. 1905
my soul has once again been been gripped by the inherent romance present in ancient boarding schools oh my goodness i read a study on st paul’s college prep school in new hampshire for one of my classes, and i got completely carried away browsing their website - gothic buildings, circular tiered libraries, ancient pianos, velvet couches, students reading by lamplight, oh just think of the secret societies, the tragic backstories, the forbidden lovers
“But you, O you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature’s best.”
- Prince Ferdinand for Miranda, William Shakespeare’s The Tempest