People are afraid of themselves, these days… They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked.
— Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died. To you at least she was always a dream, and phantom that flitted through Shakespeare’s plays and left them lovelier for it’s presence, a reed through which Shakespeare’s music sounded richer and more full of joy. The moment she touched actual life, she marred it and it marred her, and so she passed away. Mourn for Ophelia, if you like. Put ashes on your head because Cordelia was strangled. Cry out against Heaven because the daughter of Brabantio died. But don’t waste your tears over Sibyl Vane. She was less real than they are.
— The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde (via popkillermiho)