Quotes About Contrast

It occurred to her that she and Clent were a good deal like clock hands, one large and one small, often pointing and striving in opposite directions, but always linked and bound to come into line sooner or later.

Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.

La felicidad la pueden experimentar en toda su intensidad sólo los que han vivido grandes altibajos, porque es un juego de contrastes. Los que nadan siempre por el espectro medio de las emociones nunca conocerán la esencia de la vida. Esa es la enseñanza del pozo: a veces hay que tocar fondo para entender la grandeza del cielo.

poate c? exist? frumuse?e pe lumea asta, dar ne place s? ne t?v?lim în urâ?enie, în mizerie ?i vulgaritate.

There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter

Sometimes life touches one person with a bouquet and another with a thorn bush, But the first may find a wasp in the flowers, and the second may discover roses among the thorns.

Without dark clouds in our lives, we would never know the joy of sunshine.

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.

every time I've held a rose, It seems I only felt the thorns

You may hate candles but your birthday cake love it.

Every boy is a snake, is a lily Every pearl is a lynx, is a girl Sweet like harmony, made into flesh

You show me continents, I see the islands, You count the centuries, I blink my eyes.

Frost When was the last time you stopped to appreciate a good sunset- oh yeah that's right. You were born a vampire.

There are truths on this side of the Pyrénées, which are falsehoods on the other.

Some say silence is golden, I choose noise!

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.

Every night, and every morn, Some to misery are born. Every morn, and every night, Some are born to sweet delight.

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.

George It was the greatest feeling I ever had. Followed abruptly by the worst feeling I ever had.

La vie ludique est totalement incompatible avec la réalité existante. Tant pis pour la « réalité », ce trou noir qui aspire toute vitalité et nous prive du peu de vie qui distingue encore l'existence humaine de la simple survie.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.