Quotes About Contrast

I like the hot-cold, the sugar-salt, being able to play over-the-top and dramatic things - in the same film. Just as in my life, I can be very funny and at other times almost extinguished.

I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you.

Divine departed as she would have desired, in a mixture of fantasy and sordidness.

Nasze ?ycie rodzinne,prawo naszych domów,nie przypomina ani trochÄ™ waszych domów.Kochamy siÄ™,ale jest to miÅ'o?? bez miÅ'oÅ›ci

when at night I walk barefoot in my sandals across fields of snow at the Austrian border, I shall not flinch, but then, I say to myself, this painful moment must concur with the beauty of my life, I refuse to let this moment and all the others be waste matter; using their suffering, I project myself to the mind's heaven.

If man is, or is searching to be, omnipotent, I am willing to accept Chicago's gigantism; but I should like the opposite to be accepted as well: a city which would fit in the hollow of one's hand.

si vous voulez bien convenir que la poésie est la rupture (ou plutôt la rencontre au point de rupture) du visible et de l'invisible

one must love the Circus and despise the world.

The most alive of worlds, human beings with the tenderest flesh, are made of marble.

Temos de rir. Senão a tragédia vai nos fazer voar pela janela.

Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.

She no longer rubbed shoulders with clouds and heights, sunset and dawn, but with men stinking of goat.

Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.

Brooklyn Heights, where a frankly socialist ethos stood in bald contrast to soaring tuition

Sometimes something awful could break your heart with beauty.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

There is always another side, always.

Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.

I fell in love with Caligula and now I'm married to Calvin.

She had expected rich chandeliers, not these morose and fungoid lamps, and the carpet was not dense and darkly red, but was thin, and it bore upon its lugubrious puce background a vapid pattern of flaxen parallelograms.

Incongruous shiny new video-game parlor.

The contrast between economics and medicine is striking:

Happy, Muriel? No, not happy. Your aim is wrong. There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?