There are two tragedies in the world: not getting what you want; getting it. There are two kinds of tragedies in the world: one is not getting what one want , and the other is getting. God is strange. They not only use our evil to punish us, but also use our inner beauty, kindness, compassion, and love to destroy us. "It is beautiful, it is graceful, it is the noblest feeling. As long as the old have the intelligence, and the young have the joy and hope of life, it will continue to exist between the old and the young." Wilde believes that this It is a Greek Love, a Platonic Love, and a noble one. Percy is too immature, and he hates his father far more than he loves. Hatred blinded his eyes, so that all he could see was his narrow, walled, little garden of vulgar desires withered by indulgence. He will never understand that the purpose of love is to love, no more, no less. He took Wilde's incomparably precious love for him and made a cheap wager of hatred with his father, but unfortunately he just lost. Lost the soul of a great artist, lost everything of Wilde. You will know who you love very well, and who loves you the most, you will never have the chance to know. "A kind personality is not as good as looks, but a kind personality is worse than ugly." "'Love that dare not say its name' is a great love in this century... This love is so misunderstood that it is even described as 'love that dare not say its name', in order to describe this Love, where I am now. It's beautiful, it's delicate, it's the noblest emotion, and it's not in the slightest against nature. . . Sometimes people are shackled because of it." "Who dares to do this to you?" the giant roared, "tell me, and I'll go get my sword and kill him." "No!" replied the child , "These are the scars of love." "Happiness is for the body, but pain is for the soul." In any age, beauty will never lack true admirers. Wilde is a representative figure of aestheticism. No matter how he dresses, treats people, writes books or speaks, and everything else, he always practices his own aestheticism. He was afraid of ugly things, and Wilde had seen Verlaine, the French poet mentioned in the first of this series, disgusted by his ugliness. Wilde was a martyr of beauty. He was born in an era that didn't really need beauty. He challenged the moral nerves of the entire era with his ostentatious beauty and "love that dare not say its name". In the end, the wind is always blown away by the rain, and he has become the symbol of the destiny of beauty in the spiritual dark age. "We can see life as a whole, and through love, and love alone, we can understand other people in real relationships in an ideal way" "In less than three years, from any point of view, You have completely destroyed me. As far as I am concerned, I have nothing to do but love you. I know that if I allow myself to hate you, then I have traveled and still need to travel In the desert of 'existence', every stone will lose its shadow, every palm tree will wither, and the water of every well will be poisoned from the source." Geniuses such as Wilde, he is fully aware that he is in What are you doing, just because you are only willing to "rely on love". From the film, Robbie is the one who really loves and understands him, and loves him more than Douglas, but if love can make such a sensible choice, can it still be called love?
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