Quotes About Contrast

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who divide the world into two kinds of people, and those who do not.

Comedy and horror are opposite sides of the same coin.

They say it is possible to see stars from the bottom of a well when the sun is shining.

Stephanie was still holding his hand, and Scott was wondering what she meant by it when an enormous Bentley sedan appeared at the end of the street, as out of place in this neighborhood as a flying carpet, windows up, smoked glass, not a speck of dust on its gleaming skin. Stephanie

Bishop had the muscle tone of Jell-O. Rossi

Holman studied the two cops. They were both in their thirties with solid builds and burnished faces as if they spent time outdoors. They were fit men and young, but neither had Holman's heavy shoulders and weight. The man seated beside Holman was wearing a wedding ring. Holman

You'll notice," Pike said, "that the only people in here who look like thugs are me and you." "You, maybe. I look like Don Johnson. You look like Fred Flintstone.

A fourth man entered, this guy a little shorter than the others, but wider, and hard to see when your eyes are blurring. He was in his fifties, with crinkly gray hair and a florid face and a dark blue shirt open at the neck to show a lot of grizzled chest hair. He was also holding a McDonald's soft drink cup. Large. I guess that's where Dmitri got it from.

I had seen Tyson in person only once, and then from a block away. He was a nice-looking kid, but held himself close, as if wary. Amber was the opposite. She was lean, pretty, and her smile was bright with confident energy. A blousy, off-the-shoulder cream top exposed flawless skin, and long, slender legs were revealed by little white shorts that were loose, but not nasty. The Gucci sunglasses looked great on her.

We are a people who deny publicly that we are even partially in the Balkans, but we admit our Balkan identity privately, among ourselves.

The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. Neither one alone without the other under it will do.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

Moths and butterflies are not the same thing. Moths sneak around in the dark munching your sweater and are ugly. Butterflies hand out with flowers in the daytime and are pretty. Never mind any facts or what silkworm moths are responsible for, or what poisonous butterflies do.

We are the only creatures that both laugh and weep. I think it's because we are the only creatures that see the difference between the way things are and the way they might be. Tears bring relief. Laughter brings release.

Never show anger, ill temper, or vengefulness, all disruptive emotions that will make people defensive. In the politics of large groups, welcome adversity as a chance to show the charming qualities of magnanimity and poise. Let others get flustered and upset—the contrast will redound to your favor. Never whine, never complain, never try to justify yourself.

the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working. He

After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working. He

A basso sings, and a soprano answers him. Then there is thunder in a clear blue sky, And, from the earth, a sigh: "This song is finished.

Doub era sempre così. Aveva una casa grande e tutto quel granturco ben irrigato, ma si lamentava peggio di un coltivatore di grano. [...] Non sono mai riuscito a capire cosa avesse perso Doub. Magari la giusta prospettiva.

One for the wheelchair, and one for the tank; one for insurance, and one for the bank; one lived in the TV, bitching and whining; one slept in the hall light, constantly shining.

It's just human, or inhuman, nature: People will find a way to make a big deal out of their differences-the smaller, the better. It reminded me of the Mantagues and the Capulets (if I wanted to think highbrow), or the Hatfields and the McCoys (if I wanted to go lowbrow)...or the Jets and the Sharks (if I happened to feel musical).