IN THE DARK THE BLOOD IS BLACK.

Stolen straight from Oscar Wilde’s novel courtesy of @spoilers-ahead-647 ! Feel free to change pronouns/tense.

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things.

A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

What nonsense you talk!

He becomes an echo of someone else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

To realize one’s nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for.

People are afraid of themselves. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself.

Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it.

The bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself.

Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, and poisons us.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

You know you believe it all.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

Don’t frown.

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

With your personality there is nothing you could not do.

The moment I met you I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, of what you really might be.

Man is many things, but he is not rational.

Ah! This morning! You have lived since then.

I wish I could trust myself.

What I want is information; not useful information, of course; useless information.

I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.

Humanity takes itself too seriously.

If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different.

People like you—the willful sunbeams of life—don’t commit crimes.

To have ruined oneself over poetry is an honour.

People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.

Medieval art is charming, but medieval emotions are out of date.

I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

Conscience makes egotists of us all.

There is nothing that you, with your extraordinary good looks, will not be able to do.

This world and I are on excellent terms.

Moderation is a fatal thing.

I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words.

You and I are what we are, and will be what we will be.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.  

Your cynicism is simply a pose.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

You like everyone; that is to say, you are indifferent to everyone.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.

He is all my art to me now.

There is nothing that art cannot express,

You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him.

My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

You can’t feel what I feel. You change too often.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies.

The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift, and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour.

The world is wide, and has many marvelous people in it.

Would you think it awfully rude of me if I asked you to go away?

He has a very bad influence over all his friends, with the single exception of myself.

I suppose he has been paying you compliments.

You mustn’t believe a word that he says.

Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it.

He won’t like you the better for keeping your promises. He always breaks his own.

If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

Most people discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.

All I want now is to look at life.

You may come and look at it with me, if you care to.

People know the price of everything, and the value of nothing.

You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.

Don’t be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.

The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.

Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away.

Experience is of no ethical value. It is merely the name men give to their mistakes.

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

You are much better than you pretend to be.

Love is a more wonderful thing than art.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

You call yesterday the past?

The past can always be annihilated. But the future is inevitable.

Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating.

Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrées.

I am tired of myself tonight.

With such blood as he has in his veins, how could his record be clean?

You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face.

Each of us has heaven and hell in him.

You have done enough evil in your life.

You would be a set of unfortunate bachelors.

I give the truths of tomorrow.

Send a symbol, receive an answer. For multimuses, specify muse:

♚ — Does your muse believe in objective right and wrong? Why do they hold this view?

♔ — Does your muse believe people are innately good or innately bad? Why do they believe this?

♞ — What does your muse believe happens after death? Do they believe in an afterlife and why/why not? If they do, what do they imagine this afterlife to be?

♘ — Do they believe humanity/their species, as a whole, to be moving in the ‘right’ direction or the ‘wrong’ one? Why do they believe this?

♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?

♟ — Does your muse believe in free will? Do they believe that people are mostly free?

♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?

♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?

♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for?

Feel free to change any names/pronouns!

“I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.”

“Give us more to see.”

“What did I give you?”

“I want to move on, I want to explore the light.”

“I want to know how to get through, through to something new. Something of my own.”

“You’re a good person, Peter. It’s such a weakness.”

“Is he- is this real?”

“However you live there’s a part of you always standing by, mapping out a sky.”

“How do we feel in that photograph and how can we feel it again?”

“Maybe I’ve done enough.”

“Your golden child grew up.”

“For the first time, I see an image of my brokenness, utterly worthy of love.”

“I finally see myself through the eyes of no one else.”

“You’ve got a second chance. You could go home.”

“You’ve got a warm heart, you’ve got a beautiful brain, but it’s disintegrating.”

“I was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up, and suddenly it fit.”

“I was little, I was weak, I was perfectly nieve, and I grew up too quick.”

“I won’t let you in, I swore never again.”

“I can’t afford, no, I refuse to be rejected.”

“But I can’t let you see all that I have to lose.”

“Here I am, pry me open. What do you want to know?”

“Everything was fine until you came around.”

“Man, you really brought me back down.”

“After all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true, that you were not the monster that I knew.”

“Another summer day is come and gone away in Paris and Rome, but, I want to go home.”

“I can’t call you a stranger, but I can’t call you.”

“You may hate me, but I can’t hate you.”

“I won’t replace you.”

“The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine.”

“If you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.”

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.”

“I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough.”

“Smile, my boy, it’s sunrise.”

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

“You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But, it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.”

“S’that motive enough for ya?”

‘Isn’t it lovely how artists can capture us?’

‘You would have liked her. Honey, I’m wrong- you would have LOVED her.’

“You can’t trick me anymore.”

“But, for what it’s worth, Peter, I really am sorry.”

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“It’s been a long, long time.”

“What if all the things I’ve done we’re just attempts at earning love?”

“George misses Marie. George misses a lot. George is alone.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I love you 3000.”

“So, you better run for cover when the pup grows-” *gunshot*

“I could look at him forever.”

“What if who I hoped to be was always me?”

“Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side?”

“Is a better home awaiting in the sky?”

“My love, are you sitting down?”

“It felt like my life, but a better version.”

“I held onto my life and who I was with you.”

“We could just kiss like real people do.”

“Leave me to dream.”

“George would have liked to seen people out strolling on Sunday.”

“Move on.”

“Chimerical. C-H-I-M-E-R-I-C-A-L. Highly unrealistic, widely fanciful.”

“I love you.”

“I think dad is angry, ma, and I do not know what to do.”

“I think he takes out on me what he wants to take out on you.”

“How I wish you were home.”

“Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done.”

“No, I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts. Pretend I’m something better than this mess that I am.”

“Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?”

“I think I’m made of stone.”

“I should be feeling more.”

“You can still be what you want to.”

“It’s just medicine.”

“Seeing all the parts but none of the whole.”

“And it burns inside his eyes.”

“And you catch him now and then.”

“So you want him even more.”

“But he’s never really there.”

“We do not belong together.”

“We do not belong together, and we should have belonged together.”

“I care about many things.”

“Things, not people.”

“Who am I to say what any of this means?”

“I have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen.”

“I have been half myself for more than half my life.”

“Fall in love again, and again, and again.”

“Are you going to age with grace?”

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left.”

“Who cares what you are listening to, it’s who you’re listening with.”

“It’s sad but true how much I miss you. I miss you, Cecily Smith.”