Quotes About Contrast

You think we got it bad in Omaha, or in any city in the United States, and then you go to a different country and you see how bad they got it. You give those people a balloon and they'll cherish it like you gave them a chunk of gold.

It was hard for my friends to equate me with a picture like 'The Omen.'

One minute I'm inside this magical glitter bubble, then it's straight back to mum-life. Literally. That is my life!

The only time I am not talking is when I am dancing. I look like an electrocuted octopus.

I just looked preposterous. It would be 'King Lear' and I'd walk on with Cordelia's dead body in my arms and the audience would hoot with laughter. The only time they didn't laugh was when I was doing comedy.

I'm someone who is quite shy, and onstage I'm quite... extrovert.

I'm pretty comfortable in a car to know what I'm doing, and I'm exactly the opposite onstage.

My dad loves it - being onstage - but I don't.

There's a difference wherever you go in Canada, Ontario and the GTA.

The opera is to music what a bawdy house is to a cathedral.

Dealing with Jazz at Lincoln Center and its board of directors, who are so great, and then seeing how these Rock Hall guys operate, it's like: 'Really?' It seems like they're total amateurs when it comes to doing shows and contracts.

I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall see the wind stir into restless beauty the swaying gold of the one, and make the other toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me.

He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.

She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness. It is the feet of clay that make the gold of the image precious.

The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.

The life that was to make his soul would mar his body.

When he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. and the portrait in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty. p 349

Looking around his hotel room not long before expiring: This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

Debe la alegría vestirse con lo que fabrico el Dolor?

What a laugh she had!--just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly

A genius in the daytime and a beauty at night!

Rugged and straightforward as he was, there was something in his nature that was purely feminine in its tenderness

But neither milk-white rose nor red May bloom in prison air; The shard, the pebble, and the flint, Are what they give us there: For flowers have been known to heal A common man's despair.