Quotes About Contrast

It's not about the way you look It's not about your face It's all about the way you think It's all about your grace You're love is like a power chase You're like an oak tree growing in a flower vase

Antipathy, dissimilarity of views, hate, contempt, can accompany true love.

You either love or you hate. You live in the middle, you get nothing.

The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.

Then she says, 'I love you.' Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

I'm very much of the "make it dark, make it grim, make it tough", but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.

The piano may do for love-sick girls who lace themselves to skeletons, and lunch on chalk, pickles and slate pencils, but give me the banjo.

I love only extreme novelty or the things of the past.

I love when people wear flowers in their own way, like when I see someone wearing a floral dress with brogues and a jacket. It's incongruous.

We have descended into the garden and caught three hundred slugs. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike.

I really love it when you get that strange combination of feelings that play against each other.

He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.

Opposition is the very spur of love.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

A flame may love a snowflake, but they can never be together without each harming the other.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring

I had to choose, I'd be so sad. They are flip sides of the same coin. I love both comedy and drama.

Cezanne said, 'I love to paint people who have grown old naturally in the country.' And I say I love to paint people who have been torn to shreds by the rat race in New York.

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

My limo driver's white, my attorney black... 'Show me some love' like I'm Bernie Mac.

Give me Caviar Kaspia and give me a hamburger. I love the two extremes.

After spending 22 years in Ohio, I love everything about New York.