— The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde (via idratherbereading)
April 19, 2013
"Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear and vivid and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?"
September 23, 2012
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
— Oscar Wilde (via criminalmindswillmakeyouread)
September 18, 2012
"The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via thesnowfawn)