Quotes About Contrast

But Stephanie hailed from suburban, midwestern nowhere, and there had been a club whose snack bar served thin, greasy burgers rather than salade niçoise with fresh seared tuna, like this one, but where tennis had been played on sun-cracked courts, and where Stephanie had achieved a certain greatness at around age thirteen. She hadn't played since.

Could' and 'is' are so far apart as to be opposites." "No," she says. " 'Is' and 'isn't' are opposites.

The river runs wide and passive in sunlit stretches, then fast and bawdy with whitewater rapids.

Structural dissatisfaction: Returning to circumstances that once pleased you, after having experienced a more thrilling or opulent way of life, and finding that you can no longer tolerate them.

You said you were a fairy princess You said you were a shooting star You said we'd go to Bora Bora Now look at where the fuck we are

He looks out over his back yard, what's left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and shrunken like a dog in the bath. Behind the house, the crew left a single patch of grass, twenty foot square. Beyond lies a vast expanse of bare earth, dry and cocoa-colored, enclosed with chain-link fence. A bleak view, but not half as bad as what lies over the hill. The

are unsightly but eloquent, a timid girl's

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

There wasn't an in-between for me. I lived at extremes. And maybe I'd die at them too.

I told you kid... You're not a player. You're the glass ballerina--- or the knife.

Sometimes," Jameson Hawthorne said, sounding strangely contemplative, "things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

Things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

I was the glass ballerina or the knife.

you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

Sometimes, things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

Jij bent de glazen ballerina...of het mes.' - Nash Westbrook Hawthorne (De erfenis)

Phoebe realized how very wrong she'd been about this house, this family. It was far darker, more dangerous than the places she'd grown up in. In the dingy little apartments her mother rented, everything was out in the open. Their lives were dirty and squalid, but they didn't pretend to be anything else. Here, things seemed so normal, so perfect, but it was all a deception.

How to distinguish hysteria from wisteria, aftermath from ruin? There's no way to separate this evening from its dusk.

Her eyes are warm, but her mouth is sad.

The thing I need most in this world is a long, hot shower, but what I get instead is a trickle of warm water followed by a blast of Icelandic cold

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's beautiful.

There was so much to grieve over, and so much to celebrate, she did not know which to do first, and essayed both together, like April. But her age was April, and the hopeful sunshine won.

the river, Ruald had two

Piers took a leisurely look at Linnet. There was the beauty, sure enough. But it didn't detract from the intelligence in her eyes. And in his opinion the slightly cynical lilt in her voice just made her all the more beautiful, as if Aphrodite had been crossed with Athena.