Book: The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Page 4

For exquisite beauty is always something tragic. How much need in the world of suffering, to meanest flower.

Children begin by loving their parents. Growing up, they begin to judge them. Sometimes they forgive them.

- Oh, dear Gladys, all paths lead to one.
What?
- To the disappointment.

I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that shouldn't be - even though I know I'll regret it.

He hated when people stared, a feeling familiar to geniuses only at the end of life, but never leaves the commonplace.

Women, defensively, always on the offensive. And their occurrence often results in a sudden and inexplicable change.

Good intentions - is simply futile attempts to go against nature

Life has always poppies in her hands.

It would be better if every transgression entailed a real and immediate punishment. In Kara cleansing. Not "Forgive us our sins" but "Punish us for our iniquities" - that is what should be the prayer of man to God justice.

The woman is ready to flirt with anyone as long as others pay attention to it.

Fun you can find in everything a habit.

Each of us has his secret.

I am what I am, nothing can be done.

Often a genuine tragedy in my life take a unaesthetic form that offend us by their rude fury, the extreme irrationality and senselessness, the complete lack of finesse. They are abhorrent to us, as all vulgar. We can smell them just brute force, and rise up against it. But it happens that in life, we encounter a drama that has artistic elements of beauty. If these elements of beauty are real, the drama of the event captures us. And we suddenly find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the tragedy. Or, rather, both. We watch ourselves, and the strangeness of this spectacle we know.