Lydia Wilde Quotes

Outside, the night was soft and fresh. There was a half-moon shining brightly in a field of stars, a glowing ring of light surrounding it, and it had made a trail across the bay that showed in places through the darker screen of trees.
They walked in silence, and she breathed the mingled scents of wildflowers sleeping in the shadows, and the salt air of the sea.
He had not let go of her hand. She did not want him to. They did not leave the clearing but at length they reached its edge, where rustling branches stretched above them and the light and noise and music of the barn seemed far away. One heart-shaped leaf fell from a nearby tree and landed on his shoulder and unthinkingly she lifted her free hand to brush it off before it marked the white coat she had worked so hard and long to clean.
She felt him looking down at her, and glancing up self-consciously she started to explain. And lost the words.
And then he bent his head and kissed her.
Everything around her seemed to stop, and still, and cease to matter. She could not have said how long it lasted. Not long, probably. It was a gentle kiss but at the same time fierce and sure and full of all the pent-up feelings she herself had fought these past months, and now she knew he had felt them just as she had, and had fought them, too. It was a great release to give up fighting. Give up everything, and float in the sensation. ~ Susanna Kearsley

Don't go to sleep to dream. Wake up and dream. ~ Debasish Mridha

I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art: I altered the minds of men, and the colour of things: I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me: I summed up all things in a phrase, all existence in an epigram: whatever I touched I made beautiful ~ Oscar Wilde

Vic gazed up at Kellan. His mate's breathing was slow, but steady, and somewhere deep inside Vic believed that Kellan was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing. The gods would watch over his beautiful swan and keep their egg safe.
Soon, Vic's eyes grew heavy, but he fought against the sleep trying to take him. No, not yet. Just a little longer. He didn't want Kellan to go through the egg-laying all by himself, not when Vic could be there and offer encouragement, to share in the moment and reassure him if he became scared.
The wool blanket was doing its job and Vic had warmed up nicely. His eyelids fluttered, so he tried to keep his focus on Kellan, tried to keep from drifting off.
Kellan. My precious mate, my love…
The song of a cardinal invaded Vic's dream and he tried to ignore it in favor of the imaginary outing he was enjoying with Kellan on the lake during some future summer. We can bring the baby. I bet it will be a water baby, same as its daddy. The slow trill of the winter bird cut through Vic's peaceful world and his eyes flew open, his brain registering it was morning right as his eyes adjusted to the light.
He yelped, his arms flailing for a second before he tumbled off the bed and landed with a thump onto the braided rug. Vic lay there for a moment, his heart pounding, trying to work out whether he was still in a dream or truly awake. He sucked in a deep breath, then pushed up from the floor. He peered over the edge of the be ~ M.M. Wilde

The man who says he has exhausted life generally means that life has exhausted him. ~ Oscar Wilde

On the whole, although Zuleika is shallow and vain, we don't blame her for her disastrous effect on Oxford because we perceive that the love she inspires is essentially narcissistic and has deep roots in the institution she has overwhelmed. It is a love of the unobtainable ideal - the paradox of self-fulfillment in self-destruction - which originates with Romanticism, with Byron and Shelley, and finds its apotheosis in the decadent pose of Wilde: his open self-love, yet self-destructive wantonness and preoccupation with death. ~ Sara Lodge

A human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers, and the changing tints of autumn leaves. ~ Lydia M. Child

I don't teach. I just show them why to learn, what to learn, how to learn, and the ultimate purpose of learning. ~ Debasish Mridha

The worst thing to do with success, is to boast about it. ~ Oscar Wilde

Not all monsters do monsterous things ~ Lydia Martin

There are few things easier than to live badly and die well. ~ Oscar Wilde

You attract others with your inner lights of positivity, love, and kindness. ~ Debasish Mridha

My parents said marrying was an optimistic thing to do in pessimistic times. ~ Olivia Wilde

It is important that the female develops a reality that honors and nurtures her femininity and has an identity and creativity of her own. It is equally important that the male in the relationship endorses that creativity. ~ Stuart Wilde

Yet each man kills the things he loves ~ Oscar Wilde

If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. But if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. ~ Oscar Wilde

Everything is about sex, except sex ~ Oscar Wilde

Every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character. ~ Oscar Wilde

A good litmus test is that you should be comfortable with your significant other being present when you hang out with your friend. ~ Olivia Wilde

When so much is lost, heroes are found. ~ Lydia Criss Mays

Appreciation has tremendous power. A beautiful thing is not beautiful until someone appreciates it. ~ Debasish Mridha

I don't recognize you - I've changed a lot. ~ Oscar Wilde

Did you hear about the lawsuit? Mary asked.

"No, what?"

"I hear that he is so big," she lifted her eyebrows to indicate what she meant, "that he put a girl in the hospital and she is suing him, because she can never have babies because of him."

"Ewwwwwwwwwww!!!!" the sisters chorused.

"Could a guy really do that?" Lydia asked.

Elizabeth shrugged. "I guess, but he would have to be the size of a friggin' oak tree. ~ Heather Lynn Rigaud

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose. ~ Oscar Wilde

What to go out with me tonight after work, Vaughan?"
... "You asking me out on a date, Lydia?"
"Yes," I said. "I am."
"Babe, I'd love to." His hand rose to the back of my neck, stroking, drawing me closer. Hot damn, did he have the moves. The man turned my mind to mush.
"Something you need to know," he said. "Before tonight."
"What's that?"
"I put out on the first date," he told me with a perfectly straight face. "That okay with you?"
"Oh, I'm counting on it" ... "I mean ... it would have been so awkward if you expected me to respect you for your mind or something. Yikes, how embarrassing. Between you and me, I'm really only interested in getting into your pants."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but, priorities, you know?"
"I know." The man's smile would have made a nun think twice. I never stood a chance. ~ Kylie Scott

Have some bread and butter. The bread
and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and
butter. ~ Oscar Wilde

Writing is acting on paper. ~ Lydia Anne Klima

'Broadway' is one of the big American words. It's exciting to be given the chance to rattle around in one of the big words. ~ Lydia Leonard

If you're going to cry, go to church and pray for the living. The dead don't need your tears. ~ Lydia Kang

The fear that other people in very scary occasions, reserved only for when they jump out of a plane or hear a strange noise in the middle of the night - that's my normal. ... It's invisible, it's irrational, it's never-ending ~ Jen Wilde

By the way, Dorian, he (Lord Henry) said, after a pause, what does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose - how does the quotation run? - his own soul? ~ Oscar Wilde

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. ~ Oscar Wilde

It is very difficult sometimes to keep awake, especially at church, but there is no difficulty at all about sleeping. ~ Oscar Wilde

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken. ~ Oscar Wilde

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself. ~ Oscar Wilde

Cultivated leisure is the aim of man. ~ Oscar Wilde

The real you, the inner you, is pure, very pure. It's loving and it's magnanimous. It understands. It has patience. It is tolerant-it will wait forever while your ego trots all over everywhere trying to figure life out. It is pleasing to remember that back home there is a friend who's waiting for you to stop being silly, who's waiting to welcome you with open arms if and when you show up. ~ Stuart Wilde

If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity. ~ Oscar Wilde

The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought, and sold, and bartered away. It can be poisoned, or made perfect. There is a soul in each one of us. I know it. ~ Oscar Wilde

Give me the luxuries and I can dispense with the necessities. ~ Oscar Wilde