Quotes About Contrast

I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates and have him talk to me In any summerhouse in Christendom.

I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear - Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

Making a famine where abundance lies,   Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet

Love's night is noon.

I'll teach you differences.

The crow signs as sweetly as the lark when no one's paying attention to them, and I think that if the nightingale sang during the day while all the geese were cackling, people would think it sounded no better than a wren. So many things are made perfect and as they should be by good timing! But quiet. Look how the moon won't be awakened. It must be sleeping with  [Endymion

a raven's heart within a dove.

The raven chides blackness.

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state (55) Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms.

Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival.

More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.

That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Astros extinguíos! No aclare vuestra luz mis oscuros designios.

Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel from an Ethiope's ear, beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Small herbs have grace, great weeds to grow apace.

bet gal nedera vienos meilÄ—s lyginti su kita

women are a little different than men.

For me, black and white is more realistic than colour. Black and white can be colourful, and colour can be very black and white.

through all the monotony and the splendor of life.