Quotes About Contrast

...it isn't foolish or wicked to enjoy. Wickedness is hurting people on purpose. I love what you are and who you are and how you are. You give me great joy. And you make horrible coffee.

Jealousy seems the absolute reversal of love. It is the swinging from the sunny warmth of the Equator to the frigid cold of the North Pole.

It's the beautiful moments like this that make up for the ugly love

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens. I can not bear gardening, but I love gardens.

If you've had good gin on a hot day in Southern California with the people you love, you forget Nebraska. The two things cannot coexist. The stronger, better of the two wins.

Don't want to hear my favorite rapper doin' a love song. If I want to hear something soft, I'll throw on Luther Vandross.

While I've said that there are plenty of things I dislike about the South, I can be clear that there are things I love about the South.

Love is a fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person.

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

Well," David said, breaking a fry in half and examining the fluffy insides. "He runs a fertilizer plant." Stevie looked up at him sharply. Was he making fun of her parents? A pilot and someone who ran a crap plant?

Jorge emerged from a darkened doorway. His tank top had disappeared. His shorts had become a tiny, bright red pair of swim briefs. His torso was full of amazing bumps.

Yet, though a Greek would have railed at her asymmetry, and an Elizabethan have called her "gipsy," Miss Dobson now, in the midst of the Edwardian Era, was the toast of two hemispheres.

But it is a fact that no man, howsoever graced, can shine in juxtaposition to a very pretty woman.

They get the pleasure of being together. I get the pleasure of being alone. They

I couldn't believe that something so beautiful could come from fire.

Same room, different priorities.

The ladies' mauve-dyed hair interspersed with the bald patches of the gentlemen, who had taken off their panama hats—they must have broken out of an old-age home, I thought, but I didn't say it.

How unlike a dead fish a live fish is.

A GRAY DAY … but, strangely enough, a gray day makes the bunches of daffodils in the house have a particular radiance

I laughed too, but not at the hateful jokes made on my people.I laughed because, except that she was white, the big movie star looked just like my mother. Except that she lived in a big mansion with thousands servants. she lived just like my mother. And it was funny to think of the whitefolks' not knowing that the woman they were adoring could be my mother's twin, except that she was white and my mother was prettier. Much prettier.

There is a much-loved region in the American fantasy where pale white women float eternally under black magnolia trees, and white men with soft hands brush wisps of wisteria from the creamy shoulders of their lady loves. Harmonious black music drifts like perfume through this precious air, and nothing of a threatening nature intrudes. The South I returned to, however, was flesh-real and swollen-belly poor.