Quotes About Contrast

I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness

You are like salt in my food, sugar in my tea, water in my soup, music in my party and sometimes also like the red ants on the floor! But I love you. Happy Birthday.

Many a person has held close, throughout their entire lives, two friends that always remained strange to one another, because one of them attracted by virtue of similarity, the other by difference.

If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.

Fighting for peace is like f***ing for virginity.

Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's like a litter box. Full of sh...

Act like barbie, smoke like marley.

It seems there are no rich on death row.

I found out about Jonathan Winters death a day after it happened. That seems wrong. A talent like his should be more revered. The world knew about Kim Kardashians divorce before she did.

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Death and life were just adjacent verandas.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Decline is also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn is just as sensual as springtime. There is as much greatness in dying as in procreation.

I look out at the reservation, still and glittering with casinos, and think of all the death dried up and buried in its dirt.

The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.

Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?

Moths and flames, mankind and death--there is little difference.

I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darknness.