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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Heart Quotes
  • Lady Bracknell. Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well. Algernon. I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta. Lady Bracknell. That’s not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Aunt Quotes , Two Quotes
  • Art is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force. There lies its immense value. For what it seeks is to disturb monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine. It seeks to show new perspectives and other choices. It is a way to help expand and liberate the consciousness; our experiences, understandings, imaginings, options and thereby our lives.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Art Quotes , Lying Quotes
  • You have always told me it was Ernest. I have introduced you to every one as Ernest. You answer to the name of Ernest. You look as if your name was Ernest. You are the most earnest-looking person I ever saw in my life. It is perfectly absurd your saying that your name isn't Ernest.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Names Quotes , Looks Quotes