Asheline Wilde Quotes

Ash sighed after he left, feeling somehow even more exhausted than she had when she'd crawled into bed the night before. She climbed back under the covers and closed her eyes.
Just in time for more knocking on the door.
"I hate everybody," Ash mumbled into her pillow ... ~ Karsten Knight

Never trust a woman who wears mauve. ~ Oscar Wilde

There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the body. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul and body alike. The first is called the Prince. The second is called the Pope. The third is called the People. ~ Oscar Wilde

Could we do the interview thing tomorrow because you're looking far too sexy for me to concentrate on anything other than you? ~ Kim Karr

I was on the point of explaining to Gerald that the world has always laughed at its own tragedies, that being the only way in which it has been able to bear them. And that, consequently, whatever the world has treated seriously belongs to the comedy side of things. ~ Oscar Wilde

What the devil was this story? Douglas pushed open the door to his sitting room, propped one shoulder against the window frame as he opened the plain, prudish cover, and began to read.
By the end of the first page his eyebrows started to rise. By the end of the second, his mouth was hanging open. And when he reached the last page, he no longer cared about Spence's wager or the bounty on Lady Constance's head or what Burke was thinking to let Joan read this.
If Madeline Wilde had written this
even if every word sprang solely out of her imagination and not from her experience
he wanted to get to know her much, much better. ~ Caroline Linden

You never help anyone without helping yourself. You never pick up anyone without making yourself stronger. ~ Debasish Mridha

What was the use of knowing? If the thing was true, it was terrible. ~ Oscar Wilde

I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself. ~ Oscar Wilde

I was obliged to call on dear Lady Harbury. I hadn't been there since her poor husband's death. I never saw a woman so altered; she looks quite twenty years younger. ~ Oscar Wilde

What o'clock is it, Victor? asked Dorian Gray, sleepily. ~ Oscar Wilde

She was free in her prison of passion. ~ Oscar Wilde

I don't call women of that kind clever. I call them stupid!
Same thing often. ~ Oscar Wilde

I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them. ~ Oscar Wilde

A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally. ~ Oscar Wilde

CHASUBLE: Your brother was, I believe, unmarried, was he not?
JACK: Oh yes.
MISS PRISM: [Bitterly.] People who live entirely for pleasure usually are. ~ Oscar Wilde

There are as many Hamlets as there are melancholies. ~ Oscar Wilde

The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison air; It is only what is good in man That wastes and withers there. ~ Oscar Wilde

Sphinxes without secrets. ~ Oscar Wilde

I am not brilliant. I am curious and persistent. ~ Debasish Mridha

I sometimes think, Harry, that there are only two eras of any importance in the world's history. The first is the appearance of a new medium for art, and the second is the appearance of a new personality for art also. What the invention of oil-painting was to the Venetians, the face of Antinous was to late Greek sculpture, and the face of Dorian Gray will some day be to me. ~ Oscar Wilde

Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place. ~ Oscar Wilde

His sudden mad love for Sibyl Vane was a psychological phenomenon of no small interest. There was no doubt that curiosity had much to do with it, curiosity and the desire for new experiences; yet it was not a simple but rather a very complex passion. ~ Oscar Wilde

The great events of the world take place in the brain ... ~ Oscar Wilde

The Odyssey was written by Homer, or another Greek of the same name. ~ Oscar Wilde

I have no terror of death. It is the coming of death that terrifies me. Its monstrous wings seem to wheel in the leaden air around me. ~ Oscar Wilde

Untruthful! My nephew Algernon? Impossible! He is an Oxonian. ~ Oscar Wilde

JACK.
I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left.
ALGERNON.
We have.
JACK.
I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk about?
ALGERNON.
The fools? Oh! about the clever people, of course.
JACK.
What fools! ~ Oscar Wilde

It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done, ~ Oscar Wilde

You can't start a new life if you continue to dwell in your past. ~ Debasish Mridha

We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices. ~ Oscar Wilde

Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it. ~ Oscar Wilde

Don't speak. Let me think, or, rather, let me try not to think. ~ Oscar Wilde

Each moment of our life, we either invoke or destroy our dreams. We call upon it to become a fact, or we cancel our previous instructions.
~ Stuart Wilde

We don't want to eliminate the ego completely. Otherwise we'd be wandering around the house each morning, drinking coffee for hours, saying, 'Who the hell am I?' We need the ego to sustain a sense of identity. ~ Stuart Wilde

Even if your pockets are empty, never forget to fill your heart with love. ~ Debasish Mridha

When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting. ~ Oscar Wilde

Your uniqueness is your trademark. ~ Debasish Mridha

My bottom lip starts to quiver, but I keep going. "I fight every day, and too many times it's just not enough and the fear wins. I'm so fucking weak and everything is so fucking intense and sometimes I really hate it." I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands as the tears pour out of me. I didn't mean to say all that. I feel exposed. Tears fill her eyes, too. "Can I hug you?" I nod, unable to speak. She walks around the table and hugs me. ~ Jen Wilde

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognisance. And the soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods, and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings. Consciousness, indeed, is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality. It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves. ~ Oscar Wilde

And his Soul mocked him and said, "Surely thou hast but little joy out of thy love. Thou art as one who in time of dearth pours water into a broken vessel. Thou givest away what thou hast, and nought is given to thee in return. ... ~ Oscar Wilde

was your father, and a gentleman. Indeed, he was highly ~ Oscar Wilde

I am sorry my life is so marred and maimed by extravagance. But I cannot live otherwise. I, at any rate, pay the penalty of suffering. ~ Oscar Wilde