Quotes About Contrast

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.

imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

Two faces of the same coin. And I am the metal in between.

Was that tragedy? Or was that comedy? Was there really any difference?

Graff smiled a little Mona Lisa smile, if Mona Lisa had been a pudgy colonel.

El problema con las monedas es que cuando una cara está boca arriba, la otra está boca abajo

though darkness bound them closer than light.

Her barrel of misery has depth enough to hold a thousand bushels of happiness.

Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court, my ass. American ingenuity amounted to squat in this place.

Not that science is particularly pure, except compared to politics.

we'll go fishing." "So it won't be heaven for the fish." "It'll be hell for everybody. But with good moments." "Just like our lives right now

But I can promise you that there's somebody else somewhere else who'll make your god look like a maggot by comparison.

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.

She knew nothing but she had everything he had lost.

LORD ILLINGWORTH: The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. MRS ALLONBY: And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.

How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.

this woman is a genius in the day time and a beauty at night

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. World's had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might blow...

The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black. The silence that dwells in the forest is not so black. There is nothing in the world so black as thy hair.

I didn't say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.

A swan can be as fatal to the pilot as a rocket-propelled grenade.

I have come to think of our lives as the colors of that place- hers a piece of bog cotton, mine as black as the water found when men slash too deep in the soil with a shovel.