Quotes About Contrast

Highway Congestion We all complain about highway congestion. That is interesting for a different reason. The private automobile industry is able to produce all the automobiles anybody wants to drive, but the government is apparently not able to produce a comparably adequate highway system, a clear contrast.

LA is not my favourite place in the States; I much prefer San Francisco. LA is a strange mix of the exotic and the naff. It's not a city: it's a collection of neurotic neighbourhoods.

It bothered me in a kind of Charles Manson way to have a brown smear of blood on my wall but I also liked it because every time I looked at it I was reminded that I was, at that very moment, not bleeding from my face. And those are powerful words of hope, really.

S ljudima zajedno smrdi, ali je toplo. U samo?ama – prazno.

Teku ljudi po ulicama, mi?u se lica u povorkama, lica naprahana, blijeda, klaunska, sa zarezima goru?eg karmina oko usana, kratkovidne maske žena u crnini, lica grbavaca, donje ?eljusti, voštani dugi prsti sa crnim, modrikastim noktima, sve prili?no ružno. Gadna lica, zvjerske njuške, žigosane bludom i porocima, zlobom i brigama, lica smolava i ugrijana, glave mrkvaste, gubice crna?ke, zubala tvrda, oštra, mesožderska, a sve je sivo kao fotografski negativ.

We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.

Truth is light. Lies are shadows. Music is both.

Tension of opposites.

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

It has always been a mystery to me ... how beauty and anguish can share the same moment

He nodded toward the window with the sunshine streaming in. You see that? You can go out there, outside, anytime. You can run up and down the block and go crazy. I can't do that. I can't go out. I can't run. I can't be out there without fear of getting sick. But you know what? I appreciate that window more than you do.

I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar, with the windows down and the music up. I seek my identity in toughness - but it is Morrie's softness that draws me, and because he doesn't look at me as a kid trying to be something more than I am, I relax.

How could there be new life in his beard when it was draining everywhere else?

It was the first time I had seen him unshaven, the small white whiskers looking so out of place, as if someone had shaken salt neatly across his cheeks and chin. How could there be new life in his beard when it was draining everywhere else?

A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.

It has always been a mystery to me, Annabelle, how beauty and anguish can share the same moment.

I noticed that in Tokyo people didn't smell. It was funny. I couldn't smell them, and they didn't say very much: the trains were packed but it was quite silent, like being jammed into a carriage with a thousand shop-window mannequins.

Everyone hates him. Me – I think I can see the sun shine when he bends over.

Peeling an eggplant was like unveiling an ivory-skinned woman dressed all in black.

It is remarkable indeed how we human beings are capable of delighting in the mating call of a flower while we are surrounded by the charred carcasses of our fellow animals.

But even now the city's freewheeling virtual world stood in stark contrast to the day-to-day lives of most people, to those of young men, and especially of young women, and above all of children who went to sleep unfed but could see on some small screen people in foreign lands preparing and consuming and even conducting food fights with feasts of such opulence that the very fact of their existence boggled the mind.

Yes, Manila had its slums; one saw them on the drive from the airport: vast districts of men in dirty white undershirts lounging idly in front of auto-repair shops — like a poorer version of the 1950s America depicted in such films as Grease .

all kind of ensembles, humans with humans, humans with electronics, dark skin with light skin with gleaming metal with matt plastic, computerized music and unamplified music

muscularity, made more pronounced by her gauntness, and the near-inanimate