Quotes about Contrast

Still, if one has to suffer in order to be beautiful, one must also expect to be ugly in order not to suffer.

Nature is as incomprehensibly appalling as it is lovely and bountiful.

Nothing goes so well with a hot fire and buttered crumpets as a wet day without and a good dose of comfortable horrors within. The heavier the lashing of the rain and the ghastlier the details, the better the flavour seems to be.

Some are sad. And some are glad. And some are very, very bad. Why are they Sad and glad and bad? I do not know. Go ask your dad.

LORD ILLINGWORTH: The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. MRS ALLONBY: And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.

So it stands to reason that as we are filled with Him, we will reflect His holiness and purity in who we are, in what we say, and in what we do. As a result, our lives will be in sharp contrast to those around us.

The trees taunt you; the sand mocks you; the water calls your name... and they say golf is a quiet game

How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?

The difference between in-laws and outlaws? Outlaws are wanted.

The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light - light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly on the sky.

I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets... I saw him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without.

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—