Quotes About Contrast

Supongo que el que lleva la antorcha es también el que proyecta la sombra más oscura

Indeed, nothing awful is without its beautiful side.

To be either too good or too bad drew attention. As much as he hated being the lettuce, it was his comfort zone.

white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur

Dying was easy. A paper cut? That would be annoying.

Tout ce qui est horrible porte un versant magnifique

Ella era la clase de chica que participaba, mientras que Rowan era la clase de chico que evitaba a los demás.

aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.

Over these many years, I have observed both profound folly and breathtaking wisdom among humankind. They balance each other like dancers in the throes of a passionate tango. It is only when the brutality of the dance overwhelms the beauty that the future is threatened.

One thing you learn when you've lived as long as I have —people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

You may look at a beautiful garden and marvel at nature's wonder—yet in such a place, nature is nowhere to be found. On the contrary, a garden is a product of loving cultivation and care. With great effort, it is protected from the heartier weeds that nature would use to undermine and choke its splendor.

In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

When I was young I lived a constant storm, Though now and then the brilliant suns shot through, So in my garden few red fruits were born, The rain and thunder had so much to do. - The Enemy

I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans; I hate movement for it displaces lines, And never do I weep and never do I laugh.

Oh foul magnificence, sublime disgrace.

Thy laughter soaked in tears which no one sees.

In this respect you, unworthy companion of my sad life, resemble the public, to whom one must never present the delicate scents that only exasperate them, but instead give them only dung, chosen with care.

How convenient it is to declare that everything is totally ugly within the habit of the époque, rather than applying oneself to extract from it the dark and cryptic beauty, however faint and invisible it is.

Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish?   Angel

Beauty, you walk on corpses, mocking them;

Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pâles roses Une fleur qui ressemble à mon rouge idéal.

Une oasis d'horreur dans un désert d'ennui !