Quotes About Contrast

Good poetry reveals the beauty of joy and tragedy.

How strange! A dog is more humane than a human is.

Life has its beauty in its simplicity. Ugliness raises her head with complexity.

My life's misery and tragedy is my wealth and splendor.

If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the water bill is higher.

A rose on a steel stem

She is drinking peach tea in the plaza and she is too hot because her blue and black checked shirt is for winter not for summer in Andalucía. I think she thinks she's a cowboy in her work shirt, always alone with no one to look at the mountain horizon at night and say my god those stars.

She is dark. He is fair. She comes from there. He comes from here. They like each other. It is an easy and lovely lust ...

Next to me she seems like a clean blackboard, whereas I am full of crossed-out scribbles that I can no longer decipher.

Evelyn's New Age daughter will discover that a good shag beats hugging a guru any day." — Helen Falconer, book reviewer for The Guardian

Wasn't it a puzzle? I'd grown up among peasants, yet it took a great house to teach me hunger.

When Esther and Joe - resolutely urban, nurtured by density, neurosis, and the Great Depression - discovered the woods, they never wanted to leave.

A man born blind from birth will never know the meaning of darkness because he has never experienced light.

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Good is not always good.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

They are both spectacular, life and death.

To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.

He had come looking for a docile, submissive, sweet-natured girl and found instead a Celtic warrior woman, ferocious in her protectiveness of those she loved. Yet he had expected she would become the girl of his dreams simply because he dreamed it.

México. Riqueza descomunal y pobreza desgarradora.

The sun rode low in the sky, the storm clouds long gone. The ocean was calm today, not a white cap to be found. One would never have believed there'd been a storm less than forty-eight hours ago.

They fought to smile through the lines and the mud and the long hours, dancing under the stars and under the watchful eyes of their government, an Orwellian backdrop for a Rockwellian world.