Best 21 quotes in «dorian gray quotes» category

Conscience is just a polite word for cowardice. No civilised man regrets a pleasure.

because to influence a person is to give one's own soul.

¡Cielo santo! ¡Qué loco estaba al quererte! ¡Qué imbécil he sido! Ya no significas nada para mí. Nunca volveré a verte. Nunca pensaré en ti. Nunca mencionaré tu nombre. No te das cuenta de lo que representabas para mí. Pensarlo me resulta intolerable. ¡Quisiera no haberte visto nunca! Has destruido la poesía de mi vida.

Come, I tell you. You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face!

For these treasures, and everything that he collected in his lovely house, were to be to him means of forgetfulness, modes by which he could escape, for a season, from the fear that seemed to him at times to be almost too great to be borne.

Düşes, “Ya sanata ne diyorsun?” diye sordu. “Bir illettir.” “Aşk?” “Yanılsama.” “Din?” “İnancın yerini tutan günün modası.” "Sen kuşkucusun.” “Hiç de değil. Kuşkuculuk imanın başlangıcıdır.” “Ya nesin sen öyleyse?” “Tanımlamak kısıtlamaktır.” “Bir ipucu ver bana.” “İp dediğin kopar. Labirentte kaybolabilirsin.

En cuanto a una vida echada a perder, no hay vida echada a perder más que aquella cuyo crecimiento queda detenido. Si quieres destrozar un carácter, lo único que tienes que hacer es intentar reformarlo

He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afriad.

I turned halfway round, and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

Inteligence lives longer than beauty.

His appearance in reality a hidden masquerade

Nunca volvería a poner la tentación en el camino de la inocencia. Sería bueno.

Though forgiveness was impossible, forgetfulness was possible still, and he was determined to forget

Punctuality is but the thief of time

The only people to whose opinions I listen now with any respect are people much younger than myself. They seem in front of me. Life has revealed to them her latest wonder.

There was something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yeild to it.

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. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failure. a

There is no such thing as a good influence, Mr. Gray. All influence is immoral—immoral from the scientific point of view." "Why?" "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. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty hat one owes to one's self. Of course, they are charitable. They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion—these are the two things that govern us. And yet, I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream—I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of mediaevalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal—to something finer, richer than the Hellenic ideal, it may be. But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

We live in a world when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty.