Quotes About Contrast

Versuch, das Erlebnis zu halten, zu fixieren, schlägt fehl. Die Absolutheit ist nicht zu bewahren. Ich schliesse daran, die Welt kann nicht ohne Böse bestehen, es bringt Bewegung in die Welt. Das Gute allein bewirkt Starre.

Suddenly his face wasn't twitching. It was smooth as a baby's and peaceful, but peaceful in the way that intensity can sometimes momentarily make a face look peaceful and pure.

Suddenly his face wasn't twitching. It was smooth as a baby's & peaceful, but peaceful in the way that intensity can sometimes momentarily make a face look peaceful & pure.

because our realities are different, we think differently and see the world differently.

My two dads had opposing attitudes and that affected the way they thought.

It Was the Best of Times… It Was the Worst of Times There's a saying that goes: "It's not what happens in one's life that matters, but it's the meaning one puts on what happens that matters.

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

Snow in April is abominable, said Anne. Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.

It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

I have been reading three books Dean lent me this week. One was like a rose garden--very pleasant, but just a little too sweet. And one was like a pine wood on a mountain--full of balsam and tang--I loved it, and yet it filled me with a sort of despair. It was written so beautifully--I can never write like that, I feel sure. And one--it was just like a pig-sty. Dean gave me that one by mistake.

If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair.

I came to the conclusion, Marilla, that I wasn't born for city life and that I was glad of it. It's nice to be eating ice cream at brilliant restaurants at eleven o'clock at night once in a while; but as a regular thing I'd rather be in east gable at eleven, sound asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars were shining outside and the wind was blowing in the firs across the brook.

The day had begun sombrely in grey cloud and mist, but had ended in a pomp of scarlet and gold. Over the western hills beyond the harbour were amber deeps and crystalline shadows, with the fire of sunset below. The north was a mackerel sky of little, fiery golden clouds. The red light flamed on the white sails of a vessel gliding down the channel, bound to a Southern port in a land of palms. Beyond her, it smote upon and incarnadined the shining, white, grassless faces of the sand-dunes.

Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible…and good? What would we find to talk about?

to hike along a deep-rutted, pebbly lane in frail, silver-hued slippers with high French heels, is not an exhilirating experience.

I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.

Oh, Anne, things are so mixed-up in real life. They aren't clear-cut and trimmed off, as they are in novels.

the dark is your friend, isn't it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy . . . and it glowers in at you resentfully.

You never knew how beautiful a tree really was until you saw it leafless against a pearl-grey winter sky.

There's all the difference in the world, you know, between being inside looking out and outside looking in.

In life, as in dreams, however, things often go by contraries

So you can, girl, if you use your ears. I only wanted you to be comfortable. You look so durned uncomfortable, standing there. Well, I'LL sit anyway. Norman accordingly sat down in the very place John Meredith had once sat. The contrast was so ludicrous that Rosemary was afraid she would go off into a peal of hysterical laughter over it. Norman cast his hat aside, placed his huge, red hands on his knees, and looked up at her with his eyes a-twinkle. Come, girl, don't be so stiff

No... it's lovely here when the dark is your friend, isn't it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy... and it glowers in at you resentfully.