Quotes About Contrast

I eat gaijin for breakfast… His words trailed off as Jilly came out of the house, in her pseudo-frock, her combat boots, her spiky hair and her young, young face. He just stared at her, motionless, as if someone had clubbed him over the head with a mallet. Jilly froze where she was, staring back at the exotic creature in black leather and bright red hair who'd invaded the garden.

He pushed away from the door, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked like the devil, he thought with a trace of wry amusement. And dear, sweet, murderous Emma was a Botticelli angel, ripe for debauching.

Alex Barrow's broad face, with the roughened skin that gave him an air of experience. His powerful, packed, wrestler's body. The thick black fur at the base of his throat. It was wrong to call him handsome, although all the women did. Really he was almost ugly, but in a stirring, thrilling way that made her shift in her seat as she thought about him.

A Japanese man festooned with cameras, a nun, a young girl in braids.

Plenty of other books say how to see as much of the city as possible," his boss had told him. "You should say how to see as little.")

My wife used to say that her idea of hell would be marrying Ghandi, Ben said ... Think about it: Ghandi was always the good one. Everyone else looked so rude and loud and self-centered by comparison.

See... what it was, I guess: it was the grayness; grayness of things; half-right-and-half-wrongness of things. Everything tangled, mingled, not perfect any more. I couldn't take that. Your mother could, but not me. Yes sir, I have to hand it to your mother.

He was like anybody else, Red said. Insufferable and likable. Bad and good.

I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

The general rule in nature is that live things are soft within and rigid without.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion. —Francis Bacon, Essays, Civil and Moral, "Of Beauty

When the people of the world all know beauty as beauty, There arises the recognition of ugliness. When they all know the good as good, There arises the recognition of evil.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

It must be horrible to see an ugly face when your surrounded by such beautiful people all the time . In my opinion , it does happens sometimes .

She was Tally Youngblood... The girl with a pretty body and a Ugly mind.

Nobody contrived for Stevie to be a foxy chick. It just emerged. She moves and dances purely because she likes dancing. But she has a split personality. Onstage she's the goddess of whatever, but offstage she's very often like a little old lady with a cold or a sore throat. Yet she's amazing—she can feel like shit before she goes onstage but then she goes out there and pulls out the stops.

I think we all have light and dark inside us.

I felt trapped in a world that I couldn't mould to my own desires. Others were in sunlight; I was in darkness.

It was more wonderful than making love with a negro boxer on Mr Singer's billiard table.

He commuted to his Canadian office in a Ferrari, though sometimes snowy conditions forced him to use Bentley.

Yet surely, in the world of humans, no one goes out of their way to run down a person who hasn't really made it in the world, or whose reputation is already on the wane. And no one would pause to savour the sight or the sound of some boring bird such as a kite or a crow. So, really, it's precisely because the uguisu is supposed to be such a marvellous bird that one's perversely more aware of its failings.

White blossomed magnolias and cheery songbirds avoided the Red District of Hallden, as had prosperity and hope.

Yet intact Ahab, back from his first voyage, once said of just such a changeable breeze, This contrast is the way of life itself. All playfully, he added, But were I God, then would every day be invariantly good. Then he asked me if he might be the god of my world.

Sales were lukewarm. Back home there was no freedom, but there were readers. Here there was freedom enough, but readers were missing.