Quotes About Contrast

A dark imagination is, perhaps, more appealing before you know anything about darkness.

Brussels sprouts, peaches

I remember having a little bit of a feeling of awe at how differently we looked at the world. It was very foreign to me that they had the ability to stand firm in the face of an expert opinion.

Der Mann hat einen grossen Geist Und ist so klein von Taten!

When I think about our lives here, I usually come to the conclusion that we live in a paradise compared to the Jews who aren't in hiding. All the same, later on, when everything has returned to normal, I'll probably wonder how we, who always lived in such comfortable circumstances, could have "sunk" so low.

When I think back to my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. The Anne Frank who enjoyed that heavenly existence was completely different from the one who has grown wise within these walls.

Himmelhoch jauchzend und zum Tode betrubt: On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

It's like bitch-slapping E.T.

grace is a small white butterfly, and life is a semi trailer careening up 101.

I rest in silence and music and long strides, while Sam rests in noise and motion.

I scuttled across the screen like Prufrock's crab. I was very clearly the one who was going to grow up to be a serial killer, or to keep dozens and dozens of cats. Instead, I got funny.

Someone said the softest things in the world overcome the hardest.

A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.

Death from hunger happened a hundred yards from death from obesity.

Her happiness swept the house in a whirlwind; her misery wrapped it in a purple gloom.

She was wearing a gown of lilac pink threaded with silver and stitched with tiny pearls. It was gorgeous in itself, and of course had the perfect new skirt, but it did not flatter her as a cooler shade would have done.

The room was one of her favorites, decorated entirely in dark green and white, with white doors and window embrasures, directing one's eye toward the light. The furniture was warm, dark rosewood, upholstered in cream brocade, and there was a bowl of white chrysanthemums on the table.

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.

I feel the darkness near me; I feel the light shining. And more keenly I feel the contrast between the two.

And a sad realization drifted through my head, something to do with how young she was, how good she looked in any light, how light didn't make the slightest difference with her. And how old I was, and how all young people, even plain young people, had begun to look beautiful to me.

Sometimes hate and love serve exactly the same purpose.

If I'm an angel, paint me with black wings.

Carefully I opened my eyes and looked at him again. All his natural gifts were there in a blaze of light: the delicate but strong limbs, large sober brown eyes, and his mouth that for all the irony and sarcasm that could come out of it was childlike and ready to be kissed.

But what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.