Quotes About Contrast

Vultures and peacocks might both have feathers and beaks, but one did not confuse the two creatures.

Amber emerged from behind the screen. But it was not Amber who stood before her. Instead, it was a smudge-faced slave girl. A tattoo sprawled across one wind-reddened cheek. A crusty sore encompassed half her upper lip and her left nostril. Her dirty hair was pulling free from a scruffy braid. Her shirt was rough cotton and her bare feet peeked out from under her patched skirts. A dirty bandage bound one of her ankles. Rough canvas work gloves had replaced the lacy ones Amber habitually wore.

So they herd sheep with wolves in Buck these days

Life would be pretty monotonous if the sky was always blue.

The American home has become the noisiest place of utter silence on earth.

The polished oak floors reflected the light of the overhead crystal chandelier and gleaned under the plush deep red Persian rug.

Black and white images often benefit from higher levels of contrast than the same image in colour. Our brains tend to perceive contrast between colours as well as differences in light and dark tones. When we remove the colour from an image we can also inadvertently reduce the perceived contrast.

Selecting a grey background may be the best option as it has little impact on how you perceive the image.

Cricket is baseball on valium.

I'm simple when you want me to be complicated. And I'm complicated when you want me to be simple.

She's such a lovely woman, he'd tell me time and time again. I'd nod, because my mom is such a lovely woman. And charming and smart. Can't argue with any of that. She's also a fucking wack job.

Although he was already suffering from dysentery and needed to be carried in a litter, John consoled himself with a feast of peaches and cider, which did nothing to improve his health.

Wir sehr sie doch dem Mond ähnelte - sie reflektierte jederzeit müdelos das Strahlen, mit dem andere ihr begegneten, doch dahinter verbarg sich eine dunkle Seite, die immer im Schatten lag.

Bars over the door, but not the window, and the roof looked

each one uglier than the next.

When you're held underwater, you think only of air. I remember how I felt about Shanghai in the days after our lives changed - how streets that had once seemed exciting suddenly stank of nightsoil, how beautiful women suddenly were nothing more than girls with three holes, how all the money and prosperity suddenly rendered everything forlon, dissolute and futile. The way I see Los Angeles and Chinatown during these difficult and frightening days couldn't be more different.

I did, in fact, believe life was fair. Well, not fair exactly, but balanced. Yin and yang. Good and evil. Right and wrong. Bitter and sweet. One did not exist without the other. When life is bad, you know it's going to get better. When life is good, you know it's going to go bad. If that's not fair, I don't know what is.

Cricket felt that her spiritual home might be Neiman Marcus. She was far from the kind of place that made her feel comfortable—someplace gleaming and clean with lovely, expensive goods for sale. People were so into "nature," weren't they? Getting into it, back to it. Why? Nature just seemed spooky and unsafe to Cricket. There was that whole no-one-can-hear-you-screaming vibe. They hadn't seen another car for ages. Ages.

Every sign secretly contains its opposite

When the month of the Twins had ended, the men said to their shadows: 'You are I'…Thus the two became one, and through this collision the formidable broke out, precisely that spring of consciousness that one calls culture and which lasted until the time of Christ. But the fish indicated the moment when what was united split, according to the eternal law of contrasts, into an underworld and upperworld…But the separated cannot

Lord, What a terrible shame. You're so attractive!' I know, I want to tell her. It should have happened to someone really ugly. And then it wouldn't have mattered.

One way everything looks all right, the other way, it looks all wrong.

I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.

The cold rain continued to fall. He remembered, suddenly, how Jean's hair curled and framed her face when it was damp. In contrast to the horrible stench that was growing stronger by the minute, he remembered the fragrance of her when she had kissed him goodbye. It seemed so long ago.