Most of us have wished eternal youth was possible at some point in our lives... when we find our first grey hair, wrinkle or imperfection. For Dorian Gray, physical perfection will never leave him. A portrait hidden deep in his attic warps itself as his soul warps. The blacker Dorian's soul, the uglier the reflection in the portrait. The Picture of Dorian Gray is a philosophical novel published in 1890 that will make you consider true beauty in a whole new light. My Kindle Highlights Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
For there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.
"every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
"Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one,"
I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who knowlove's tragedies."
The world is wide, and has many marvellous people in it.
"Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly--that is what each of us is here for.
Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it.
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?
"Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul."
"Because you have the most marvellous youth, and youth is the one thing worth having."
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing....
Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth!"
Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing."
The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
"People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity."
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.
When the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood. Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade. Not one pulse of his life would ever weaken.
The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.
"The basis of every scandal is an immoral certainty," My Goodreads Verdict: 4/5 Stars