Quotes About Contrast

I look up into the starless sky. My heart pounds. This silent badlands scares me more than nighttime in the city, with its noise and light.

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb' (Andre Breton qtd. p. 55)

Before green apples blush, Before green nuts embrown, Why, one day in the country, Is worth a month in town...

Flint An emerald is as green as grass, A ruby red as blood; A sapphire shines as blue as heaven; A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brilliant stone, To catch the world's desire; An opal holds a fiery spark; But a flint holds fire.

If all were rain and never sun, No bow could span the hill; If all were sun and never rain There'd be no rainbow still.

Ka njerëz që kanë nevojë për të: një dashuri të madhe dhe të paarritshme. Ajo anë e mirë e jetës, e cila ty të shkakton dhimbje dhe të kujton se sa banale dhe e ligë është pjesa tjetër.

Pfauen sind blühende Hühner, sagte Dole, aber die Schreie, diese Schreie sind Gottesgewimmer.

Le silence est aux bruits ce que l'ombre est a la lumière, ou le sommeil a la veille: une autre face indispensable.

As it is, the town is hell's delight.

They say one thing and another thing and both at once;

And I'm sure There was blood in the gutter from somebody's head Or else it was the sunset in a puddle,

I find very often that very ugly women have really handsome men and vice versa because they don't have any competition. Sometimes handsome men have avoided me.

Why does women's underwear have lace and flowers all over it? You never see men's underwear with a big wrench in the middle of it.

For the outsider--and everyone in this world is an outsider in relation to everyone else--something always seems worse or better than it does for the one directly concerned, whether that something is good luck or bad luck, an unhappy love affair or an 'artistic decline'.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

Everyone is aware of the fact that visual and auditive perspective are identical; the only difference being that they are created and perceived by two physically different organs, the eye and the ear. How often the playing of a great master makes us think of a picture with a deep background and varying planes; the figures in the foreground almost leap out of the frame whereas in the background the mountains and clouds are lost in a blue haze.

It was difficult to understand him. On the one hand he pandered even to the most unimportant things while on the other he was excessive and unfeeling. He might show the most fatherly concern for a female secretary who had stabbed her toe but be utterly ice-cold when issuing orders which set thousands to their deaths.

Before the war I often had the impression of being in the household of a busy architect and building tycoon rather than the Führer and Reich Chancellor.

Further communication with her husband seemed hopeless. Between them yawned the chasm that divides those who have consumed champagne before breakfast from those who have not.

You need something to set against it. When you've seen that much badness you need something to set against it—some dazzling glorious act of goodness—not to redeem your faith in humanity, whatever that might mean, but just to make you stop feeling sick.

I wore all black because I myself am a pop of color.

And the contrast between our families hit me like a King James Version falling from the sky.

The Moment opens. The moment closes. There is sunlight. There is frost. There is the brief idea of roses amid the patch of weeds.