Oscar Wilde Quotes

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand." - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.

I wish I was a little less... passionate. I'm a very passionate person.

I hurt hard and I love hard.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

Sometimes, I feel like I can do anything, and, sometimes, I'm so alive, sometimes, I feel like I could zoom across the sky and, sometimes, I wanna cry.

My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.

What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.

There's such a fierce intense fire burning inside of me, so much that it just wants to explode.

Words like passion and ecstasy, we learn them but they stay flat on the page. Sometimes we try to turn them over, find out what's on the other side, and everyone has a story to tell os a woman or a brothel or an opium night or a war. We fear it. We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.

I bleed like nobody else.

I have so much to talk about. I have so much to share. There are so many different emotions going on inside of me right now.

Teenagers are very dark, I think. That's all the goth and emo stuff. They're experiencing a lot of stuff that adults experience, but in a much more raw way. It's that extremity that I'm interested in, to be able to go down so far and come up so quickly.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

I am a sentimental guy, and occasionally, that lump in my throat when I speak has stopped my tongue from working.

We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and a fiercer discontent. We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre's castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return to at evening.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.