beautiful sentences: The Picture of Dorian Gray

Just some sentences that I thought were a beautiful arrangement of words. It’s fair to say I loved reading this book.

There was something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as all youth’s passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world.

There is some answer to you, but I cannot find it.

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a … form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

…thought has seared your head with its lines, and passion branded your lips with fires

Time if jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses

“Ah this morning! You have lived since then.”

Talking to him was like playing upon an exquisite violin. He answered to every touch and thrill of the bow.”

She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest.

…eyes that were violet wells of passion, lips that were like the petals of a rose.

The sunset had smitten into scarlet gold the upper windows of the houses opposite. The panes glowed like plates of heated metal. The sky above was like a faded rose.

The moment was lost in vulgar details.

“…if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own, she is worthy of all your adoration”

He was trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life and to weave them into a pattern.

dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.

“When they make up their ledger, they balance stupidity by wealth, and vice by hypocrisy.”

It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin.