Emotional Contrast Quotes

The opposite of love is not hate. It is fear.

Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.

Astronomers are greatly disappointed when, having traveled halfway around the world to see an eclipse, clouds prevent a sight of it; and yet a sense of relief accompanies the disappointment.

It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest light can come; it is only after extreme grief that the greatest joy can come.

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

I'm not really sure what the psychology is, but for me, I'm interested in it because it's such a juxtaposition to what is going on in my life with a newborn, as you can see. So because of that juxtaposition I'm really fascinated by it, but I'm equally terrified by it, and I think that diving in it makes me feel safer as a woman and a mother for some reason.

The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!

Our life is...a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

I'm a much happier guy than a lot of people think I am.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

I wouldn't say that I've mellowed. I'm less mellow, perhaps.

Joy and woe are woven fine.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

Numb the dark and you numb the light.

Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.

Life is islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui, and after the age of thirty land is seldom seen.

While love ceaselessly strives toward that which lies at the hiddenmost center, hatred only perceives the topmost surface . . .

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.