Quotes About Contrast

Kale smoothies taste so much better when they're brownies.

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?

Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other. When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack.

Love blooms petals, thorns, and nettles.

The spring breathes in the breezes, The woods with wood-notes ring, And all the budding hedgerows Are fragrant of the spring. In secret, silent places The live green things upstart; Ice-bound, ice-crown'd dwells winter For ever in my heart.

Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell; while others may go hungry, we're eating very well.

Law of Window Cleaning: It's on the other side.

I have seen Tasmanian devils battle over a carcass. I have seen lionesses crowding a kill, dingoes on the trail of a feral piglet, and adult croc thrashing its prey to pieces. But never, in all the animal world, have I witnessed anything to match the casual cruelty of the human being.

I could neither laugh with nor at the solemn utterances of men I esteemed ponderous asses; nor could I laugh, nor engage in my old-time lightsome persiflage, with the silly superficial chatterings of women, who, underneath all their silliness and softness, were as primitive, direct, and deadly in their pursuit of biological destiny as the monkeys women were before they shed their furry coats and replaced them with the furs of other animals.

Dac? mi-ar fi dat s? aleg între a fi obligat s? tr?iesc în Molokai tot restul vieÈ›ii, sau în East End-ul Londrei, East Side-ul New Yorkului sau Stockyard-ul Chicago-ului, aÅŸ alege Molokai-ul f?r? s? ÅŸov?i. AÅŸ prefera un singur an în Molokai pentru cinci ani de via?? în oricare din celelalte locuri amintite - haznale ale degrad?rii ÅŸi mizeriei umane.

I've — well, I've been down in the Pit," Joe succeeded in blurting out. "I must confess that you look like it — very much like it indeed." Mr. Bronson spoke severely, but if ever by great effort he conquered a smile, that was the time. "I presume," he went on, "that you do not refer to the abiding-place of sinners, but rather to some definite locality in San Francisco. Am I right?

Two hours of loose philosophizing will never tilt the scale against the worth of one sound belch.

The old Galactic Prime sat silent, mouth compressed, eyes burning like far volcanoes. At his feet the new Prime, Lord of Two Billion Suns, found a dead leaf, put it into his mouth, and began to chew.   Afterword

In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.

Vampire in real life aren't like the ones in the movies. They weren't going to be playing baseball in a thunderstorm.

Tis a lonely business, being miserable when happiness abounds. I did my best to hide it, although the people who knew me well, knew.

Young men, Melisande murmured after they had left, smiling faintly. Such a sense of honor. Is he a little bit in love with you, do you think? Joscelin quite despises me, I said. My lady. Oh, love and hate are two sides of the same blade, she said cheerily enough, motioning for a servant to take my cloak, and an edge finer honed than yon Cassiline's dagger divides them.

The edge between love and hate is honed finer than the keenest fletchett. She told me something like that, once, but I dared not think on such things, with her name so close to my tongue. She told me too that it was not my acquiescence that interested her, but my rebellion. That was the thing that set her apart from the others, who failed to see where it lay. That was the thing that terrified me. -Chapter 67

Thistles and dandelions, They are my flowers. Burdock and tangleweed, Blackberries sour

It was that palpable sense of presence shoved up against the reality of absence, like hot against cold, that really threatened to buckle the whole mass.

As Rumi reminds us, a bee and a wasp may drink from the same flower, but one produces nectar and the other a sting. We must choose the nectar.

Indigence and indulgence are the two extremes of wretchedness.

The media only writes about the sinners and the scandals, but that's normal, because a tree that falls makes more noise than a forest that grows.

All that hatred down there, he said, all that hatred and misery and love. It's a wonder it doesn't blow the avenue apart.