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Rare books of The Picture of Dorian Gray from the Huntington Library. (via murakulous)

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The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via wine-loving-vagabond)

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You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvellous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realised the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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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 lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via comme-la-mer)

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The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. In Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, so enthralled by his own exquisite portrait, Dorian Gray exchanges his soul for eternal youth and beauty. Influenced by his friend Lord Henry Wotton, he is drawn into a corrupt double life; indulging his desires in secret while remaining a gentleman in the eyes of polite society. Only his portrait bears the traces of his decadence.

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“The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde (photo by coffeestainsandcigarettes)

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

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We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were much too afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray  (via wine-loving-vagabond)

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