Quotes About Contrast

The people on the hill, they say I'm lazy, but when they sleep, I sing and dance.

For just as without night there is no day, without work there is no play, without hunger there is no satiation, without fear there is no courage, without tears there is no joy, and without anger, there is no real love.

I actually grew fond of her in a nastily superior kind of way. For she was so completely artless and optimistic and clueless, she didn't care that she smelled bad or was fat or wore clothes unlike everyone else's, she had some weird disconnect with life that kept her constantly bubbling, and you knew she would go blithely through her long horribly boring life thinking every thing was just swell (the opposite of me).

I've always been after the trappings of great luxury. But all I've got hold of are the trappings of great poverty. I've got hold of the wrong load of trappings, and a rotten load they are too, ones I could have very well done without.

The contrast between a patient depressed and a patient recovered is the contrast between absence and presence.

Nothing is more natural, of course, than that extreme environments produce their opposites.

To see what Paul sees, Christians today are summoned to join Paul: the reality of Jesus demands that the Old Testament be read not by the book, but against the grain.

Then we have the Gospel of John, the odd man out. John's story of Jesus is so out of step with the others that it is sometimes hard to see how he could be talking about the same person.

but whereas her contemporaries were thickening out, ready for their century of toil on the land, she remained slim and agile.

Despite Alexandre's considerable height, Dellian could never

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I continue to believe, contrary to the given wisdom, that it's more interesting to have an album - or, indeed, an individual song - which has variety rather than homogeneity.

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb, the dead never do ...

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb the dead never do, if they never want anything.

It's a phenomenon that I've often observed without understanding it. Inside someone another person can exist, a fully formed, generous, and trustworthy individual who never comes to light except in glimpses, because he is surrounded by a corrupt, dyed-in-the-wool, repeat offender.

Perspective. Everything was about perspective. One man's darkness was another man's daylight. How come so many people did not realize that?

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed – but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

When the boys grew up, Esau became a skillful hunter, a man of the field, while Jacob was a quiet man who stayed at home.

After them, seven other cows, sickly and thin, came up from the Nile and stood beside the well-fed cows on the bank of the river.

And the cows that were sickly and thin devoured the seven sleek, well-fed cows. Then Pharaoh woke up,

Then the thin, ugly cows devoured the seven well-fed cows that were there first.

His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth are whiter than milk.

For their rock is not like our Rock, even our enemies concede.

The well-fed hire themselves out for food, but the starving hunger no more. The barren woman gives birth to seven, but she who has many sons pines away.