Quotes About Contrast

I don't think it's possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humor.

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by," Kerouac wrote. "Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and fluteboys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak… just like life.

a meat cleaver of a vocabulary when it comes to describing people. In the Tarahumara tongue, humans come in only two forms: there are Rarámuri, who run from trouble, and chabochis, who cause it.

I've butchered my own chickens, milked my own goats, and ridden in Amish buggies, and believe me, when it comes to meals and daily commutes, you need only one go-round with those experiences to appreciate how nice it is to have machines take all the gore, udders, and manure off your hands.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim.

There are two Mississippi Valleys. One is wet, the other dry. The river made the wet valley by flooding it with dirty water and filling it with mud. People made the dry valley by draining it of water and hardening mud into dirt. The two valleys exist in uneasy tension, the wet valley always ready to burst into the dry valley that holds it down.

Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.

There's a thin, blurry line between humor and tragedy.

Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness.

The guy did the thing like a bad simile.

The problem with wearing a dress is that it clashes with a sword.

Entiendo que lo único peor que sentir dolor es no sentir absolutamente nada.

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard's assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

As with evil, you never know when you'll be blindsided by kindness.

But even a thornbush grows a flower sometimes. And sometimes the loveliest flower has poison at its heart.

His smile—crooked and cynical and too familiar with the world—and at the same time full of hope.

Let's go find someplace with a little less traffic." She grinned up at him. "I like it here." He narrowed his eyes. "Just once, could you pretend to agree with me on something? Or are you always going to be this obstinate?" "Try me." "Black," he said. "White." "Yes." "No." "Stay." "Go." "Great. Knew I could get you to see it my way.

It's hard to imagine a bigger desert oasis than Las Vegas.

On the mantelpiece, the photograph of a chimpanzee and a statuette of the Buddha. This proximity, more accidental than intentional, makes me wonder over and over where my place might be between these two extrems, man's pre and transfiguration.

sharp nose and thick dark hair that spills over her shoulders. I've always admired her looks. I'm so pale and uninteresting in comparison,

It's a hard feeling but as we walk along I begin to settle and let the difference between my life at home and the one I have here be.

Red is much nicer than blue.