Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
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Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Music evokes strong emotions, often affecting our feelings of romance.
This quote by Oscar Wilde captures the paradoxical nature of music's influence on our emotions. While music can inspire deep romantic feelings, it can also be irritating or overwhelming, suggesting that the experience of love is complex and multifaceted.
Themes
MusicRomanceEmotionsFeelingsIrritation
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the power of art, one could quote, 'Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.'
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