Quotes About Contrast

Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.

Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare

Small herbs have grace, great weeds to grow apace.

When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly.When people see some things as good, other things become bad.

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

Winter reaches its peaknot when a great wind screamsfrom the top of its lungs, but when a lazy breeze whispers from the bottom of its heart

Although we look at ourself as One, in the real world we always experience ourself as TWO.

Wherever this is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.

A flawed rose is better than a flawless dandy lion.

What would have been the fate of sages if there were no fools?

We must embrace the darkness as well as the light in order to truly understand life.

I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet.

In a society... so madly in love with oxymoron's... ask yourself this... ...when was the last time you ever bought anything for free?

For every moment of suffering, Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

The public thinks big, sensible, measured thoughts while people run around doing silly things

A soul's ugliness can be much more ambitious than her beauty.

Creativity is a clashing of opposites.

There's the light. There's the dark. And there's that bit in between... where you're trying to find the switch.Think about where you are.

Pot saved me from Scientology.

I thought of Paris as a beauty spot on the face of the earth, and of London as a big freckle.

To many, especially among coloured people, a Harlem night-club is a den of iniquity, where the Devil holds high revel. The fact is that the average night-club is as orderly as many a Sunday-school picnic has been.

Paris practices its sins as lightly as it does its religion, while London practices both very seriously.

To take part in a severe contrast between intelligence, which presses forward,and an unworthy, timid ignorance obstructing our progress.

Her life is architected, elegant and angular, a beauty to behold, and mine is a stew, a juicy, sloppy mess of ingredients and feelings and emotions, too much salt and spice, too much anxiety, always a little dribbling down the front of my shirt. But have you tasted it? Have you tasted it. It's delicious.