Quotes About Contrast

A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers.

To show actual avoidance of dissonant information, it is necessary to make comparisons against a neutral baseline.

I like my coffee like I like my women. In a plastic cup.

It's an art to live with pain... mix the light into gray.

The neighbourhood was silent in the early morning, aside from the guy at the end of the street who played non-stop Slayer in his garage.

Freedom is ugly, but is much more beautiful than slavery.

Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.

Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.

It was like giving a glass of brandy neat to someone who had never been weaned from a milk diet.

Mr. Hunt was in sympathy with the methods we ourselves were in the habit of using when we painted butterflies and seaweeds, placing perfectly pure pigments side by side, without any nonsense about chiaroscuro.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

Americans consider the sidewalk an anonymous backstage space, whereas for the French it is the stage itself.

I have had a good many more uplifting thoughts, creative and expansive visions—while soaking in comfortable baths or drying myself after bracing showers—in well-equipped American bathrooms than I have ever had in any cathedral.

In the criminal justice system you see the worst people on their best behavior, unlike the civil system, where the best people behave at their worst.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emerald.

Jane Austen. Anyway, I'm not

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.

Oh dark woman With a shawl and ribs I could have served him better With my shanties. But men do love the shimmer And so his ghost Is hacked in half between us The dark me and the dark you.

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.

How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlersThe buck in the snow…Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.

Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

Some things are Dark Some things are dark --- or think they are. But, in comparison to me, All things are light enough to see In any place, at any hour. For I am Nightmare: where I fly, Terror and rain stand in the sky So thick, you could not tell them from That blackness out of which you come. So much for ``where I fly'': but when I strike, and clutch in claw the brain--- Erebus, to such brain, will seem The thin blue dusk of pleasant dream.

Es muy probable que le gusten las flores y los animales domésticos. Podría enviarle una rosa y dos docenas de dobermans.

Nunca pude soportar ver salir el sol después de una tormenta. Mi idea de un día de lluvia es que debe llover hasta la noche. Que el sol salga a la mañana siguiente, vaya y pase, pero ¿así?... Que el sol interrumpa donde nadie lo llama... En los días de lluvia el sol es un intruso imperdonable