Quotes About Contrast

EVENTIDEDark and light strikingeach other, vividly etching wild colorsthrough the horizon.The charm of sunset makes me wantto scurry home.

However smart and determined you are, your life is always going to consist of light and darkness, joy and sadness, good or bad, up and down, yang and yin.

When you choose to light, I weep, when you choose to darken, I weep

Never be afraid of the dark side of Vegas, the side the neon and glitter never seem to touch..

Some of most valuable gifts come wrapped in the ugliest paper.

The Light yearns for the peaceful balance of the Darkness as much as Darkness seeks the Glory of the Light.

Darkness and light. Black and white. But which is death, and which is life?

The world has two faces :The day or the bright moment whenwe naturally stay alive (awake).The night or the dark moment whenwe naturally remain dead (sleep).

It is only in embracing my darkness that we can appreciate our life in the light.

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

Life is as sad as a glass of grenadine.' ... It's almost that. It is sad. But, at the same time, how a glass of grenadine sparkles!

No light, but rather darkness visible.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.

Was I deceiv'd or did a sable cloudTurn forth her silver lining on the night?

The sun to me is darkAnd silent as the moon,When she deserts the night,Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Dark with excessive bright.

In the heart of the slaughterhouse -- always -- enough room to nourish the awe.

There will always be dark characters, but her life is good; it is as she wishes it to be.

Kelvinist and Calvinist, schoolgirlishly light-hearted, she stood out in Manhattan like a Welsh miner at a bar mitzvah.

Jimmy: You'll end up like one of those chocolate merengues my wife is so fond of [Alison starts banging jars]...sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it [savouring every word]-inside, all white, messy and disgusting. [offering teapot sweetly to Helena] Milk?

A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else. I'm me--more that I have ever been. My life is my own. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy.

Man is a slow, sloppy, and brilliant thinker; computers are fast, accurate, and stupid.

His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin.