Quotes About Contrast

I don't understand this irony - valuable things like cars, gold, diamond are made up of hard materials but most valuable things like money, contracts and books are made up of soft paper.

When I see an evil person, I cannot believe that once he was an innocent and sweet baby.

Always, there are some goodness in bad and something bad in goodness. It is the balance of life.

When the sun rises it casts a shadow on what does not shine as bright as it.

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.

You look at me like I have something to be sad about. My existence makes you grateful you are not me.

Of course," said the Queen, "but briefing is not reading. In fact it is the antithesis of reading. Briefing is terse, factual and to the point. Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting

Speaking of provincial playhouses, I said they were usually sandwiched between two public-houses, from which they were distinguishable mainly by their flaunting posters and some hideous flare of gas. As for London theatres, I said they were at best like swagger restaurants.

His voice might be stern, but in the sternness there was still the accent of yearning love; his eyes might flash fire, but the flame was the flame of love.

Harmony of colouring is destructive of artÖ it is like the smile of a fool.

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threatning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?Or Love in a golden bowl?

Both read the Bible day and night,But thou read'st black where I read white.

The vision of Christ that thou dost seeIs my vision's greatest enemy.

My mother bore me in the southern wild,And I am black, but O! my soul is white;White as an angel is the English child,But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black while I read white.

Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's dispite.

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

The adventurer, by minimum definition, is an individualist. The life of adventure is an unsocial game; therefore in direct contrast with the married, supported life which is nuclear society itself.

It is the difference between hitting with a pillow and hitting with a baseball bat.

Some burn damp faggots, others may consumeThe entire combustible world in one small room.

At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flitFlames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit.

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold,Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.