Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]
Interpretation
This quote suggests that love is essential and can exist alongside secrets.
In this quote, Oscar Wilde expresses the idea that heartfelt love can coexist with personal secrets. The implication is that while secrets can be part of a relationship, the emotional connection and trust encapsulated in the heart are what truly matter in love. It suggests that one's emotional investment can create a space for privacy and individuality, as long as the deeper bond remains intact.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of emotional connection.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don't know.
When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
Consider God's charity. Where else have we ever seen someone who has been offended voluntarily paying out his life for those who have offended him?
I love our shared island, our shared Ireland and its core decency. I love it for its imagination and its celebration of the endless possibilities for our people.
Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.
In contrast to a dream a reverie cannot be recounted. To be communicated, it must be written, written with emotion and taste, being relived all the more strongly because it is being written down. Here, we are touching the realm of written love. It is going out of fashion, but the benefits remain. There are still souls for whom love is the contact of two poetries, the fusion of two reveries.
He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.
O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
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