There is a great deal in choosing colours that go well with one's complexion. People think of that of that for their dresses, but not for their rooms., which are of so much more importance. I should have liked blue, but blue gets so soon tawdry. I think, (...) that I have enough complexion at present to venture upon a pale spring green. Mrs. Oliphant
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.
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Douglas Coupland
The sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues....[ But]...
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Haruki Murakami
The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.
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Marie Lu
Thank heaven for people who are satisfied with facts that conform to the reality they wish to believe.
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Gary Inbinder
Even things that are true can be proved.
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Oscar Wilde
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He was highly spoken of, everybody knew; but nobody knew who had spoken highly of him…
The village lay in the hollow, and climbed, with very prosaic houses, the other side. Village architecture does not flourish in Scotland. The blue slates and the grey stone are sworn foes to the picturesque; and though I do not, for my own part, dislike...
It was getting dark by the time I went out, and nobody who knows the country will need to be told how black is the darkness of a November night under high laurel bushes and yew-trees. I walked into the heart of the shrubberies two...
