Η γυναίκα αρχίζει με το να αποκρούει τις επιθέσεις του άντρα

Η γυναίκα αρχίζει με το να αποκρούει τις επιθέσεις του άντρα

και καταλήγει στο να εμποδίζει την οπισθοχώρησή του.

Oscar Wilde

A Vision by Oscar Wilde

Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone

With no green weight of laurels round his head,

But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,

And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan

For sins no bleating victim can atone,

And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.

Girt was he in a garment black and red,

And at his feet I marked a broken stone

Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.

Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame,

I cried to Beatrice, 'Who are these?'

And she made answer, knowing well each name,

'Aeschylos first, the second Sophokles,

And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides.'

A Vision by Oscar Wilde

We are Made One with what we see and touch

We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerve-less germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill. . . .

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good. . . .

Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedal-fashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!

We are Made One with what we see and touch
- Oscar Wilde

The books that the world calls immoral

“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
― Oscar Wilde

Her Voice

The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,--
It shall be, I said, for eternity
'Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done,
Love's web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,--
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,--you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you. 

 Her Voice - Oscar Wilde

Between men and women there is no friendship possible.

“Between men and women there is no friendship possible. 

There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.”
― Oscar Wilde

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”  -  Oscar Wilde

Όποτε οι άλλοι συμφωνούν μαζί μου, αισθάνομαι ότι δεν πρέπει να έχω δίκιο.

Όποτε οι άλλοι συμφωνούν μαζί μου, αισθάνομαι ότι δεν πρέπει να έχω δίκιο. 

 - Oscar Wilde

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
― Oscar Wilde

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde

A passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young.

A passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young. ― Oscar Wilde

Aρκεί ένα λεπτό για να ερωτευθείς

Aρκεί ένα λεπτό για να ερωτευθείς, μια ώρα για να συμπαθήσεις και μια μέρα για ν΄αγαπήσεις. Όμως μια ολόκληρη ζωή δεν αρκεί για να ξεχάσεις. - Oscar Wilde

I have grown to love secrecy

“I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.”
― Oscar Wilde

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.

“Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and Other Stories

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” -  Oscar Wilde

Να είσαι ο εαυτός σου, όλοι οι άλλοι ρόλοι είναι πιασμένοι.

Να είσαι ο εαυτός σου, όλοι οι άλλοι ρόλοι είναι πιασμένοι. - Oscar Wilde

How can a woman be expected to be happy

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being. 

Oscar Wilde

Οι γέροι πιστεύουν τα πάντα.

Οι γέροι πιστεύουν τα πάντα. 
Οι μεσήλικες υποψιάζονται τα πάντα. 
Οι νέοι ξέρουν τα πάντα. 

(Όσκαρ Ουάιλντ)

Silentium Amoris

As oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

 Silentium Amoris

Oscar Wilde