Quotes About Contrast

It doesn't matter where you go though, nowhere feels big enough to contain you, even if you're right in the middle of the mall it still somehow seems too shallow, like when you were younger and you tried to make your Transformers visit your Lego town, and they were just out of scale, it didn't work – it's like that, or maybe it isn't, because you also feel really tinily small, you feel like a lump in somebody's throat….

The designer is primarily confronted with three classes of material: a) the given material: product, copy, slogan, logotype, format, media, production process; b) the formal material: space, contrast, proportion, harmony, rhythm, repetition, line, mass, shape, color, weight, volume, value, texture; c) the psychological material: visual perception and optical illusion problems, the spectators' instincts, intuitions, and emotions as well as the designer's own needs.

One man's ceiling is another man's floor.

La perfection du juste est formée de la bonne composition des sept péchés capitaux, comme la lumière blanche de la composition des sept couleurs traditionnelles. »

you looked at the bicycles one way, they looked very solid, like sculpture, with afternoon light glinting cleanly off the chrome handlebars—one, two, three, all in a row. If you looked at them another way, you could see just how thin each kickstand was under the weight of the heavy frame, and how they were poised to fall like dominoes or the skeletons of elephants or like love itself.

He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next.

stood and looked at them—a band of ruddy, high-boned Scots in a silky brown Indian sea. Jock's mother was the pinkest of all, like a flamingo in bright silk. She

I had never spent so much time by the sea, and hated the way the air thickened with salt and sat on my skin and made me always long for a bath. I was far more comfortable with dust.

I used to watch 'The Waltons' and sob because my family was nothing like that. We had a cruel sense of humor in my family.

ah se pelo menos eu te amasse menos tudo era mais fácil os dias mais amenos folhas dentro da alface mas não tinha que ser entre nós esse fogo esse ferro essa pedreira extremos chamando extremos na distância

por mais que eu ande nada em mim imagina o que é que menina tão pequena está fazendo numa cidade tão grande

porque la sobriedad está bien si sabes interrumpirla con un pasote de esos de vieja estrella de rock millonaria

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, Waking in the dawn of the morning, In the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, Sleeping in the cold night's arms.

Her sentimental sissy eyes watched as they turned her virginal tablecloth embroidered with so much love into a mayhem of murder and drool. Her seamstress sissy eyes saw the off-white linen turned into a violet-colored crime sheet, the drenched shroud of a nation where her angels and birds were drowning.

Mas o panorama reduzia-se a porcos e galinhas passeando num monte de esterco, meia dúzia de palhotas, algumas ruínas de alvenaria e, ao fundo, na outra margem do Cubango, o Rundu, a Namíbia. Outro país, noutro planeta, a um segundo-luz.

Laughter through tears: it's the Southern way.

darkness when the light went out was thankful and cooling.

Sometimes the opposite of loss is loss.

Is it the darkness that is light, or the luminous that is dark? A choice must be made. The same is true of history; people choose what to see, what is light and what is darkness.

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever Should come near.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

The blind man is laughing at the bald head.