Quotes About Contrast

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.

Roma, a mis ojos, estaba demasiado viva y demasiado muerta. Es bello ver una ciudad viva y poderosa, pero también es bello ver el cadáver de una ciudad sublime.

You can't lead bunny lives and write tiger poetry.

He was an old sock and she was a glass slipper

I was horrible at science and math. I couldn't pass a test to save my life! I'm surprised that it didn't take me until I was 20 to graduate. That's why my role is so cool - Grissom is the complete opposite of me.

One of Stevens's epigrams ran, 'Black is white with a bright ring around it.' The Orwellian tone of that statement is justified. Stevens knew only too well that you can get people to believe almost anything about their own perceptions with a little sleight of hand. Subjectively, there are no absolutes, only contrasts.

Even pearls are dark before the whiteness of his teeth.

Chandler's "She was blonde enough to make a bishop kick a hole through a stained-glass window

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

With one auspicious and one dropping eye,With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meatsDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.Would I had met my dearest foe in heavenEre I had ever seen that day.

Macbeth: What is the night?Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

At Christmas I no more desire a roseThan wish a snow in May's newfangled mirth;But like of each thing that in season grows.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.All men make faults.

Thus sometimes hath the brightest Day a Cloud; And after Summer, evermore succeeds Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping Cold...

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig;Some, that are mad if they behold a cat.

The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick.