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The Picture of Dorian Gray sentence starters
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.
I prefer the mistakes of today.
PURRFECTIONIIST
HIS BODY ACTS LIKE A SHIELD; saving her and both of them from the glances of those whose eye’s can’t help but follow them across the dance floor. They’re hardly easy to miss but the SHELTER his frame affords give Selina’s the chance to tip her head back and laugh, really TRULY laugh – all teeth and dimples as her shoulders lift in a sort of exasperated but mocking gesture. He acts like a shield because that’s what he is, more than she’d care to admit — he’s shelter and hope and home. Her focus is trained, her wandering mind fixed on the dance and simply being swept up in his arms.
❝ Suppose that depends on the SCENE in question doesn’t it ? ❞ she offers, pulling back from his arms for a moment on the beat, her steps ( one two, one two — ) cutting back across the floor as her grin surfaces with the sway of her hips to the music ❝ This is more mine than yours —– but you’ve always had the moves. ❞
( ———- Cold winter nights and condensation, the vast emptiness of his space miles below the city. The acoustics were always good in the cave —- the first time he’d played music down there she’d almost laughed at the juxtaposition of the whole thing. All folded arms and indifference… )
It doesn’t take a second for her to return to him, one hand reaching up from it’s usual position on his chest to cup his cheek for a moment, her thumb tracing the shape of his jawline slowly, assuredly. ❝ But feel free to demonstrate. ❞
❝ ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH ME, MISS KYLE ? ❞ Gaze dips further down, liberty taken gladly to allow his eyes to travel down the lithe length of her neck, hanging, suspended, from the precipice of her collarbones for the full length of the beat she keeps them parted. It’s only once she’s stepped in again that he continues, the timbre of his voice dipping lower once more, at the mercy of an expression that could nearly be deemed a smirk. ❝ Whatever will people think --- --- ? ❞
His palm spans the width of her waist, then, arm sliding slowly to anchor her more securely to his chest. The fabric of her gown ripples against his palm, indulgence taken in the continued brush of unseen fingertips tracing the texture of it where they’ve hidden themselves around the curve of her ribcage. Shoulders curl in impossibly closer, this time, the effort made to bridge the distance of height settling the ledge of his jaw comfortably into his palm with an open affection that carries no attempt at obfuscation.
The cartography of the music has lead them to the corner of the floor furthest from the crowd, and a measured slowing to half - steps means to keep it that way for as long as can be afforded. ( He has no doubt he can. ) ❝ --- --- I’m not certain that would be appropriate in present company. ❞
VERTLANTERNS
❝ HE MAKES THE TIME, DARLING. ❞ Don’t hold that absolutely abysmal Freddie Mercury impersonation against him. Hal’s speaking around four maraschino cherries just to get the mouth posturing right. ❝ No accounting for taste, I guess. I can’t even get through half those press releases without puking. ❞
ON SECOND THOUGHT, that smile resurfaces, rebounding like a boomerang to return as a softly private laugh.
❝ Naturally. --- --- You actually try ? ❞
XOXOSUPERMAN
Clark nodded along with barely concealed laughter as he pretended to sip from his champagne glass. “Yeah? I’ll have to look into that. Seems like a fun story.” Superman of course, was never invited as he pretty much immediately sided with the metahuman rights protestors in Metropolis, that story’s already been covered multiple times. Bruce was definitely joking though, so he’ll have to go find tonight’s actual story elsewhere.
A WRY SMILE OF HIS OWN, drier than the champagne they’ve both spent precious minutes pretending to enjoy.
❝ Yes, well . . . you do know how little Batman enjoys PUBLIC APPEARANCES. Good luck. ❞
JOURNALOIST
❛ Straws or strings? ❜ Can’t imagine he’d miss any opportunity to remind Batman about his whole schtick.
❝ DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING I DO NOT, MISS LANE ? ❞
A knit brow as over - produced as any summer blockbuster. HE KNOWS that there’s little use in pretending Lois Lane can be bought and paid for with any of Bruce Wayne’s usual social choreography. ❝ Green Arrow seems the obvious choice, if you ask me. ❞
PURRFECTIONIIST
wayhne asked: “We could just kiss like real people do.”
❝ SEEMS REALISTIC —- ❞ If there’s one thing Selina’s gotten used to over the years it’s looking up to Bruce Wayne. Literally, certainly not metaphorically. Sure, the heels she’s wearing jack her up a few inches; but there’s still the best part of a foot between them. Dancing together, it seems even more obvious somehow. Her hand squeezes his gently, lithe fingers wrapping around his own rough digits, her other hand pressed to his shoulder instead of wrapped around it. There’ll be plenty of time for playing with his collar later, when she can actually reach it.
Eyelashes batting upwards, she smirks in his direction – her lips shifting into a sly grin he should recognise well —-
❝ You’re not plannin’ on goin’ all Dirty Dancing on me, are you B ? ❞
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A STUDIED INWARD ROLL OF HIS SHOULDERS does little in the attempt to meet her halfway, but it does assist somewhat in CLOSING THEM OFF more privately as Bruce navigates them around the parquet dance floor. Which is, of course, a great deal of the appeal of it in the first place. When her gaze angles upward, there’s a smile waiting for her, and only for her, dimmer than the ones he’s surrendered to photographers since they’ve arrived ; he hums an agreement, returning the squeeze of her hand. ❝ --- --- Perhaps because it is, Miss Kyle. ❞
He tips further in, but his attempted tease is interrupted by the well - aimed bat of her eyelashes, a HAND played too well, dealing him out before he has a chance to do so much as ante up. ( She’s beautiful, not that she needs him to tell her ; she’s beautiful, and he often wonders if he doesn’t tell her enough. ) They cut a rather unavoidable figure together, but she’s always managed to spare him from dividing his attention at times such as these, commanding the full measure of it despite whatever outside interruption might seek to steal it away.
❝ I wouldn’t dream of it. ❞ The broad hand on her waist slips downward a simple fraction, fingertips acquainting themselves with the texture of her gown on the return trek up again. SHE EXISTS, SOOTHING, regardless of proximity, but Bruce would willingly admit that closer is always his preference. ❝ --- --- Do I appear the type to cause a scene ? ❞
VERTLANTERNS
HAL SNORTS INTO HIS DRINK, turning on his heel to face the window. Always checking if he can see the sky.
❝ If he’s got monkeys, they’re all telekinetic by now. Guarantee it. ❞
❝ YOU THINK HE HAS THE TIME ? ❞
A smile tucked away nearly as quickly as it escapes, although Hal will certainly note its reflection in the window. ❝ --- --- I suppose animal experimentation is a worthwhile break from EUGENICS. ❞
❝ AGENT ROMANOV. ❞ A tip of the Old Fashioned he’s been nursing for the better part of an hour, although the lack of ice would hardly be a giveaway to the unobservant. ( Which, of course, he knows better than to lump her in with. ) ❝ --- --- At least I assume the title still holds true ? ❞
@slvicshdow !
❝ --- --- LUTHOR’S PR TEAM is either very good or the proverbial roomful of monkeys on typewriters, but I haven’t ascertained which is the greater possibility yet. ❞
@vertlanterns !
❝ YOU KNOW, I HEARD THAT BATMAN got invited to join the team but respectfully declined. Something about drawing straws with Green Arrow. ❞
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❝ I DO NOT TOLERATE A WORLD EMPTIED OF YOU. I HAVE TRIED. ❞
❝ AS HAVE I. ❞
The shifting push - and - pull of time’s slide rule affects Hal Jordan in different ways than most, almost as if all the time spent at ZERO GRAVITY had somehow prepared his body to simply resist what any other person might consider an inevitability. Which is to say : Hal has aged days as the years have passed.
( Which is to say : from the corner of Bruce’s eye, he could almost pretend that they hadn’t. )
But too much hangs in the balance now to allow him the indulgence of fooling himself.
The Watchtower lacks the Cave’s echo, but he’s learnt to stop listening for it. ❝ Gotham is well - tended. I doubt sincerely that my absence is felt. ❞
@vertlanterns
❝ ARE YOU GOING TO AGE WITH GRACE ? ❞
❝ --- --- HAVE I NOT ? ❞ The gentle tip of a smile cuts across the visible half of his face, sinking in the way cream wends its way through hot tea. What was once a NIGHTLY RITUAL has since lessened into a series of check - ins, the City’s protectors not beholden to him any more or any less than they might’ve been before. Perhaps he wears the imbalanced division of his time between the League and Gotham less well than he believes, or else he wears it impeccably and its the resultant exhaustion he can’t quite disguise.
Either way, Spoiler’s question is aimed without malice, and her curiosity has always been the feature he’s admired most about her. ❝ If I told you I was making an attempt, would you believe me ? ❞
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Anonymously send me your favorite detail about how I play my character.
I will publish and respond OOC.
❇ life philosophy headcanons.
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?
♡ — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?
’Lines that have made me cry at one point’ starters!
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.”
“Life is not the things that we do, it’s who we’re doing them with.”