Quotes About Contrast

Maupassant used to eat at the restaurant in the Eiffel Tower because it was the only place in Paris where he did not risk seeing the Eiffel Tower.

In a very short time, a few days at most, America disappears. Its streets and cities drift and fade away; they are replaced by orchards and date groves and the Tigris, by an Iraqi countryside in a time of violence.

Time and again the Empress contrasted the Habsburgs' sense of being among the elect with the middle-class virtues of the age of liberalism.

It's weird like, you can see the cruelest part of the world. The cruelest part. But then on the other side you see the most beautiful part, do you know? And it's like you go from one extreme to the next and they're both worth it, because you wouldn't see one without the other. But that cruel part, is damn cruel and you'll never forget it. But that heaven…is heaven.

After a dream like that, you're grateful that it was just a dream, that no matter how bad your actual life, it couldn't be worse than your dream life.

Maybe that's the problem with being someplace beautiful: it makes it impossible to live anywhere else that's not.

I took notes as they divided the world between those who had stuff taken away from them, and those who took, those who did bad things in a good way- gracefully, effortlessly- and those bumblers who bumbled their way through life.

Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

The bigger the darkness, the easier it is to spot your little light.

The great thing about satire is that it can be both funny and serious at the same time.

Civilization proceeds in a direction opposite from everything mountains represent: starvation, hardship, coldness, the constant scramble to survive...People used to avoid mountains, but now we seek their company. We come for the pretty sights, but also to find a place still free from those life-saving constraints. We come to the mountain seeking beauty and terror.

I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs with strips of emerald cultivation either side. Away from the cliffs was the desert. There was no sound but the wind, whirring through thorns and whistling through dead grass, and no other sign of life but a hawk, and a black beetle easing over white stones.

Higher-order thinking draws upon and pulls together smaller pieces of knowledge. The ability of a student to interpret, compare, contrast, differentiate, question, appraise, argue, justify, critique and design relies upon the breadth, depth and strength of the knowledge they are drawing upon and pulling together.

I come from a boardwalk town where almost everything is tinged with a bit of fraud. So am I.

It has been said that life is a tragedy to those who think and a comedy to those who feel.

On the one hand, we'll never experience childbirth. On the other hand, we can open all our own jars.

Was he happy? One would ask that question in vain. A question like this makes sense only when applied to creatures who are rich in alternative possibilities, so that the actual truth can be contrasted with partly real probabilities and reflect itself in them.

I'm just confused. Everything's confusing. Everything beautiful is far away, or maybe everything far away is beautiful. It's like how the grass is greener on the other side. Grass just looks nicer from the other side, you know? Grass where you're standing looks like dirt with hair.

Q: What's the difference between a tweaker and an elephant? A: The elephant will eat all your peanut butter.

The readers are in love with shipwrecks and terrible disasters. And they make it sound very tragic...but also...wonderful. I don't know how they do it. Or why they do it...They make death sound beautiful, just because the lines rhyme and the poet puts his words together right. But it's mot really like that. - Anne Shirley

Wall Street is the only place that people ride to work in a Rolls Royce to get advice from those who take the subway.

Stonewall Jackson was the symbol of Southern resistance, but his sister Laura, a Union sympathizer, remained unshaken in her devotion to the Old Republic, and was applauded for her stand by Federal soldiers. She sent a message by a Union soldier to the effect that she could "take care of wounded Federals as fast as brother Thomas would wound them.

To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lamp—all others but liars!

Go to the meat-market of a Saturday night and see the crowds of live bipeds staring up at the long rows of dead quadrupeds. Does not that sight take a tooth out of the cannibal's jaw?