Quotes About Contrast

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them.

I saw a street car conductor today with one brown eye and one blue. Wouldn't he make a nice villain for a detective story?

Pretty as a painting, but thorny as a rose.

Paris was no more Babylon than it was New Jerusalem. All cities worthy of that name were both: they were one because they were the other...

The wolves howl bluer than Billie Holliday, but they don't spoil my song.

His grief is not the same as hers.

Luca has difficulty reconciling all the genuine kindness of strangers. It seems impossible that good people—so many good people—can exist in the same world where men shoot up whole families at birthday parties and then stand over their corpses and eat their chicken. There's a frazzling thrum of confusion that arcs out of Luca's brain when he tries to make those two facts sit side by side.

That was when he'd smiled, and after all that seriousness, his smile was a revelation, like a rainbow after a storm, like spring after winter, like dawn after the darkest night. She stopped, opened her notebook, and wrote that down. His smile was a revelation, like a rainbow after a storm, like spring after winter, like dawn after the darkest night. She read it out loud as she wrote.

Betty's accent was everything Cent's wasn't-deep and New England. Her ending R sounds were more like an H, and her word choices…they'd all but needed dictionaries to understand each other when they'd met the year before.

Your balance is imbalance.

Nicicând pl?cerea nu adusese cuiva at?ta durere.

Life is a drama full of tragedy and comedy. You should learn to enjoy the comic episodes a little more.

Those shining stars, he liked to point out, were one of the special treats for people like us who lived out in the wilderness. Rich city folks, he'd say, lived in fancy apartments, but their air was so polluted they couldn't even see the stars. We'd have to be out of our minds to want to trade places with any of them.

One can slide between poor and rich, the difference as slight as between paper and parchment, one voice and a choir, arms hanging by sides and a hug.

The line between good art and bad never seemed as clear as the one between a pie and an empty oven.

The smaller ones should always be preferred to the larger; i.e., rather than having the bass ascend or descend a sixth, we should have it descend or ascend a third, since ascending a third is the same as descending a sixth, just as ascending a sixth and descending a third, ascending a fifth and descending a fourth, or ascending a fourth and descending a

Light and darkness, life and death, right and left, are brothers and sisters. They are inseparable. This is why goodness is not always good, violence not always violent, life not always enlivening, death not always deadly.19

The perfection of her face created a sense of emptiness--like a house with no curtains in the window.

Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture.

There are two kinds of people in this world. And I'm not one of them.

How did I know it had happened? Because of its absence now, because I still felt the loss of it, but I didn't know how to convey that to Borne then, because he had never lost anything. Not back then. He just kept accumulating, sampling, tasting. He kept gaining parts of the world, while I kept losing them.

All virtues have a shadow.

And David leaped, and laughed, and loved it all, nor was any of it strange to him. The birds, the treed, the sun, the brook, the scurrying little creatures of the forest of his. But the man- the man did not leap or laughed, though he, too, loved it all. The man was afraid.

Entre el poder de la oración y las palabras que la contenían existía la misma distancia que entre las dos Isabeles: