Quotes About Contrast

Vexed sailors curse the rain For which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Now there's a sight you don't see every day, huh? Two punked-out Goths throwing a Christmas party for sick children. (Doctor)

It is no use speaking in soft, gentle tones if everyone else is shouting.

I use very little red. I use blue, yellow, a little green, but especially... black, white and grey. There is a certain need in me for communication with human beings. Black and white is writing.

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.

Humor and seriousness can be an unstable mix.

I live in the 17th century. I don't have a computer. I don't look at the internet. I use a cellphone, and that's about my only connection to the modern world.

There are so many ships in the animation sea that are computer driven, that I think we can have at least one that's just a log raft that we can row by hand.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Old age is that night of life as night is the old age of day. Still night is full of magnificence and for many it is more brilliant than the day.

Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich

Traces of nobility, gentleness, and courage persist in all people, do what we will to stamp out the trend. So, too, do those characteristics which are ugly.

Donkeys have the courage to bray after the death of a lion. (not meant to glorify carnivorous practice).

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.

I grew up driving old pickup trucks on the ranch with my dad, and I still always find myself driving like I'm out in an open field, except I'm in LA on La Cienega in the middle of rush-hour traffic.

[My mom] worries about me going and taking drugs, whereas my dad advises me on what drugs to take and what ones not to take. So, they're very different.

While my dad is a rebel at heart, I am a conformist.

My uncles were all funny. My dad wasn't funny, but my uncles were all funny. Now I go back and I like him better than them, they were manipulative funny.

She abounds with lucious faults.

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over