Quotes About Contrast

It is that cricket field that, in all the sharp and bitter moments of life as they come to me now, gives me a sense of wholesome proportion: 'At least I am not playing cricket!

I play a bad boy on television, but in real life I have a passion for nature and nature conservancy, specifically bird rehabilitation.

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'd like to classify my life as a romantic comedy. Unfortunately I feel it's probably more like a TV reality show.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

If you dwell in the darkness, you can see in the dark and look into the light. But in choosing the darkness, you know you are destined to walk alone.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

And I realized again that real life is different from reel life.

My life in Montana is so diverse from my Hollywood life that it even feels odd for me to go from one life to the other.

It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest).Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers(Of course Some People like the city best)!

The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.

My life is nothing like the Daddy Day Care life. Me around the house is nothing like the Daddy Day Care dad.

Hollywood large is so different than real-life large.

Life is often like that, the best balancing on a knife edge with the worst.

The Simple Life is not a simple life.

Life is a double-faced creature; one face is tragedy, the other one is comedy. We have no way but to face the first face with dignity!

The enjoyments of this life are not equal to its evils.

Death is simple. Life is messy. Give me life, the more complicated the better.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

I don't think that there's necessarily a side to drama that has to be completely bleak. You have to have a flicker of humor 'cause everyone has a flicker of humor, something they find funny in life.

Margaret Kochamma's tiny, ordered life relinquished itself to this truly baroque bedlam with the quiet gasp of a warm body entering a chilly sea.

One second you're having the time of your life in front of all these people, and then you come backstage to the exact opposite - there's only lukewarm carrots back there.