The Selfish Giant By Oscar Wilde

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The Selfish Giant By Oscar Wilde

“I have many beautiful flowers,” he said; “but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.”The Selfish Giant, Oscar Wilde

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Oscar Wilde (1854- 1900) was an Irish playwright, poet and author of numerous short stories and only one famous novel: "The Portrait of Dorian Gray'

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To learn how to love, the only way is to open up to it and let love flow into our heartThe Giant allows the love of God into his heart and that is what, ultimately, leads him to paradise

"The Selfish Giant" by Oscar Wilde

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The selfish giant built a wall around his beautiful garden to keep children out but without children and love in the garden it was always winter.Spring came back only when the children sneaked in the garden again and it was then the selfish giant realized that winter was always in because children and love were out. So the children would play in his garden again and the giant even helped a little boy to climb up a tree.

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It was not until the little boy came back to his garden years later, that the giant saw the boy again. He had wounds in his hands and feet ,they were the wounds of love , said the boy This time the boy was going to take the giant to his own garden for the love the giant had shown to the boy once.Later in the afternoon the children found the giant lying dead under the tree where he had first met the little boy

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"The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom "The Selfish Giant, Oscar Wilde

“And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.” The Selfish Giant, Oscar Wilde

"Who hath dared to wound thee?'For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails , and the prints of two nails were on the little feet."Nay!"answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of love"Oscar Wilde, The Selfish Giant


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