Hallward Quotes & Sayings

Basil Hallward is what I think I am: Lord Henry what the world thinks me: Dorian what I would like to be - in other ages, perhaps. — Oscar Wilde

Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul. — Oscar Wilde

Gradually the events of the preceding night crept with silent, blood-stained feet into his brain and reconstructed themselves there with terrible distinctness. He winced at the memory of all that he had suffered, and for a moment the same curious feeling of loathing for Basil Hallward that had made him kill him as he sat in the chair came back to him, and he grew cold with passion. The dead man was still sitting there, too, and in the sunlight now. How horrible that was! Such hideous things were for the darkness, not for the day. — Oscar Wilde

I suppose you have heard the news, Basil? said Lord Henry that evening as Hallward was shown into a little private room at the Bristol — Oscar Wilde

Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. They know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions."
"I hate them for it," cried Hallward. "An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. Some day I will show the world what is it; and for that the world shall never see my portrait of Dorian Gray. — Oscar Wilde

Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. maybe there just meant to be accepted. — Wendy Mass

Everybody has their secrets; everybody has their dark side. — Demitria Lunetta

Brandon treats her guests exactly as an auctioneer treats his goods. She either explains them entirely away, or tells one everything about them except what one wants to know." "Poor Lady Brandon! You are hard on her, Harry!" said Hallward listlessly. "My dear fellow, she tried to found a salon, and only succeeded in opening a restaurant. How could I admire her? But tell me, what did she — Oscar Wilde

Hallward. Had he gone to his aunt's, he would have — Oscar Wilde

I'm not saying she was all bad, just on days ending with Y. — Missouri Dalton

The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy lilac blooms, with their clustering stars, moved to and fro in the languid air. A grasshopper began to chirp by the wall, and like a blue thread a long, thin dragonfly floated past on its brown gauze wings. Lord Henry felt as if he could hear Basil Hallward's heart beating, and wondered what was coming. — Oscar Wilde

It often seems to me that art conceals the artist far more completely than it ever reveals him. — Oscar Wilde

Conflict avoidance often causes greater conflict. — Bryant McGill

Researching books gets you into nothing but trouble. — Sara Sheridan

Waning. He was perfectly safe there. Nor, indeed, was it the death of Basil Hallward that weighed most upon his mind. It was the living death of his own soul that troubled him. Basil had painted the portrait that had marred his life. — Oscar Wilde

Ah! soul of mine! Ah! soul of mine! Thy sluggish senses are but bars That stand between thee and the stars, And shut thee from the world divine. — J.G. Holland

The sense of his own beauty came on him like a revelation. He had never felt it before. Basil Hallward's compliments — Oscar Wilde

I'm still surprised to be an author. I wonder what I'll write next? — Mordicai Gerstein

Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed. — Oscar Wilde

If you criticise something then you have to have an alternative, but we do have to try and improve things. — Linford Christie

The portrait that Basil Hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would be to him what holiness is to some, and conscience to others, and the fear of God to us all. There were opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the moral sense to sleep. But here was a visible symbol of the degradation of sin. Here was an ever-present sign of the ruin men brought upon their souls. — Oscar Wilde

There's something inside the human heart, when truth is preached, that says, Yes, that's it. — David Frost

What is better than a peaceful man? What is worse than an aggressive man? — Mehmet Murat Ildan

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years — Oscar Wilde