Oscar Wilde Quotes About Flowers

• Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring.

  Oscar Wilde

  Love, Life, Best Friend

  Oscar Wilde (2007). “Epigrams of Oscar Wilde”, p.103, Wordsworth Editions

• Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

  Oscar Wilde

  Love, Inspirational, Life

  Oscar Wilde (2007). “Epigrams of Oscar Wilde”, p.103, Wordsworth Editions

• The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

  Oscar Wilde

  Flower, Garden, Bird

  Oscar Wilde, Nicholas Frankel (2011). “The Picture of Dorian Gray: An Annotated, Uncensored Edition”, p.151, Harvard University Press

• With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

  Oscar Wilde

  Happiness, Flower, Book

  Oscar Wilde, Isobel Murray (1999). “The Soul of Man, and Prison Writings”, p.128, Oxford University Press, USA

• A flower blossoms for its own joy.

  Oscar Wilde

  Happiness, Flower, Joy

  Oscar Wilde (2014). “The Wit and Wisdom of Oscar Wilde”, p.54, Courier Corporation

• A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

  Oscar Wilde

  Selfish, Flower, Garden

  Oscar Wilde (2016). “Aphorisms”, p.64, Oscar Wilde

• Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.

  Oscar Wilde

  Country, Flower, People

  Oscar Wilde (2012). “Epigrams”, p.47, BoD – Books on Demand

• Let me be dressed as I will, yet flies worms and flowers exceed me still.

  Oscar Wilde

  Fashion, Flower, Clothes

• I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees the shadow of things in silver mirrors. Later on, one sees the Gorgon's head, and one suffers, because it does not turn one to stone.

  Oscar Wilde

  Flower, Mirrors, Oxford

  Oscar Wilde (1962). “Letters”

• Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.

  Oscar Wilde

  Summer, Flower, Vanity

  Oscar Wilde, General Press (2016). “The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Novel, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays and Plays”, p.20, GENERAL PRESS

• He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.

  Oscar Wilde

  Beautiful, Summer, Flower

  Oscar Wilde, Russell Jackson, Joseph Bristow, Ian Small (2000). “The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: The picture of Dorian Gray : the 1890 and 1891 texts”, p.170, Oxford University Press on Demand

• The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.

  Oscar Wilde

  Memories, Flower, Passion

• Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

  Oscar Wilde

  Stars, Flower, Moon

  Oscar Wilde (1997). “Collected Works of Oscar Wilde: The Plays, the Poems, the Stories and the Essays Including De Profundis”, p.205, Wordsworth Editions

• My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet by the intensity of the love I bear you. I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. Even covered with mud I shall praise you, from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. In my solitude you will be with me.

  Oscar Wilde

  Wise, Sweet, Art

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