Quotes About Contrast

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're perfect for each other! You irritate people, and he smooths things out. You have good mojo, and he only thinks he does. You're broke, and he's rich. You've got those weird feet of yours, and he's got them cute ears.

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

Suddenly I felt vastly underdressed. Hell, even the woman dressed down as a hobo had diamonds on.

I asked, looking at the jukebox, now totally out of place, like a British police call box on the deck of the Titanic.

Rachel's witchcraft is whiter than her ass.

a gardener in a savage Eden

The feeling of old power emanating from the locked room was as different from the smell upstairs as a chocolate kiss is to a premium Belgium sweet.

Death is the general condition. Life is the exception: a beautiful, love-filled exception.

A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe. —Le

The door opened to reveal something like the opposite of Inspector Genette: a very big man. Prognathous, callipygous, steatopygous, exophthalmos—toad, newt, frog—even the very words were ugly.

As far back as she could remember, she had gone in for day-dreams about what clothes, jewellery and the like she would wear if, like her admired and adored Marie Antoinette, she were somehow to find herself facing public execution. A country GP's visit was hardly on that scale, but the principle held.

Should poets bicycle-pump the human heart Or squash it flat? - a Bookshop Idyll

Gemi leÅŸlerinin yüzdüÄŸü bulan?k insanl?k denizinde bembeyaz bir fenerdim ben.

den brystsyke herremand foretrak denne gamle sæterhytte. Her satte han sig på træstolen og fik melk av en bolle eller rømmekolle av et trækjørel, det smakte av barndom og oprindelighet, det smakte endog damen som var fra byen og skrev på skrivemaskine og kunde fransk.

I remembered her father, the old man from another world, the man with mittens, who had to be spoon-fed on porridge because he was ninety, who smelled like an unburied corpse.

Det var intet pent på denne mand, han var så ufuldkommen, stærk nok over akslerne; men med nogen skrøpelige lægger, han så ut som han var undfanget av en elev, en lærling i faget...

Cuán pobre e interiormente mutilado nos resulta un mono, un prosimio o un gran papagayo, acostumbrado a vivir en una jaula, y cómo contrasta con la increíble movilidad, diversión e interés del mismo animal cuando goza de absoluta libertad!

It'd taken her several seconds to react to the sight of them together. She'd been almost hypnotized by the scene as Lothaire drank. Chase's masculine face had been tense, his gray eyes focused on the ground. Lothaire's face had been starkly beautiful, his pale blond hair brushing Chase's shoulder. Light and dark. One terrible, one tragic. And Lothaire had been... hard. Oh, gods! She cried as she ran back along the trail. Hot poker for my eyes! Hot poker!

She weighed no more than a feather as he lifted her, but he teased her, saying, You weigh more than you look. You are weaker than you look, she immediately whispered.

Or maybe I was learning that nothing was black and white.

Nix was so beautiful yet so damaged. - Uilleam MacRieve ~

And at the end of the night, he stared down at her in puzzlement. He didn't know which facet of her he liked better. The siren in black satin that made his cock and fangs ache or this angel with her bright red hair spread across his pillow—who made his chest ache.