Francis Bacon Quotes

The same sun that hardens the clay softens the wax.

Two things of opposite natures seem to depend / One on another, as Logos depends / On Eros, day on night, the imagined On the real. / This is the origin of change.

at your weakest, you end up showing more strength; at your lowest, you are suddenly lifted higher than you’ve ever been. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be altered.

Everything is as it was, I discover when I reach my destination, and everything has changed.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...

Life really is a series of contrasts.

Fashion is about two things: the evolution and the opposite.

Everything has changed and nothing is changed.

All things come into being by conflict of opposites.

Are not all things which have opposites generated out of their opposites?

You're everything I thought you never were and nothing like I thought you could've been.

Earth's blackest day and earth's brightest day are only three days apart.

All is waiting and all is work; all is change and all is permanence.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

The bad gives rise to the good, the good inspires the better, the better produces the excellent, the excellent is followed by the bizarre

I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits? Or are you bad with good habits? Are you noisy with quiet times? Or are you quiet with noisy times? Are you happy with some sad days? Or are you sad with some happy days? Are you neat with some sloppy ways? Or are you sloppy with some neat ways? And on and on and on and on and on and on he went. I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes...again.

I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.

History is the in-rushing toward what the Buddhists call the realm of the densely packed, a transformational realm where the opposites are unified.

You cannot know, and become, that which you are, in the absence of that which you are not, as I have already explained to you.

Joy is the reflex of terror.

I came to Nantes two-years-ago and it's much the same today, except that it's totally different.

Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see.