Quotes About Contrast

Is it not strange, that Love borders so much upon Hate? But this wicked Love is not like the true virtuous Love, to be sure: That and Hatred must be as far off, as Light and Darkness. And how must this Hate have been increased, if he had met with a base Compliance, after his wicked Will had been gratify'd?

The thorn is one of the most cursed and angry and crabbed weeds that the earth yields, and yet out of it springs the rose, one of the sweetest smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye.

Her lips were red, her looks were free,Her locks were yellow as gold:Her skin was white as leprosy,The nightmare Life-in-Death was she,Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

My father was a proctologist; my mother was an abstract artist. That's how I view the world.

He calls me Josephine. He says I'm an angel, a saint, his good lucky star. I know I'm no angel, but in truth I have begun to like this Josephine he sees. She is intelligent; she amuses; she is pleasing. She is grace and charm and heart. Unlike Rose; scared, haunted and needy. Unlike Rose with her sad life.

You doan go diggin' for gold in an outhouse.

She deliberated too much afore making decisions; he acted on instinct. He liked Oreos, she preferred pasta worms.

And wasn't it amazing that an imperfection could make a perfect thing even more perfect?

Her love is fire in an aquatic world. By Sandy Sinn

A girl in a yellow dress on a sunny day with nothing inside her but darkness

Hell's only the flip side of Paradise. Sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the two.

In the quiet Rosa came forward and put an arm around her sister. They looked so much alike, and were so different in the way they saw the world. She wondered if Rosa might have been a child more like her sister if circumstance hadn't demanded the impossible of her.

One doesn't compare [The Lakes] with Paris, it is the difference I find stimulating.

How could any of us truly appreciate our lives if we had nothing else to compare them to?

German reminded her of an old man hacking up phlegm.

Emma sounds like an old maid. Sutton's way better." - Nisha Emma pursed her lips, but I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

Like he was trying to make it the Four Seasons of kidnapping situations.

Her eyes betrayed no shock at the sights of the quay as they unfolded – not the sweating deckhands, the prostitutes crowding the ship, the hubbub of stalls, including one where three slaves were for sale, their ankles manacled. She might as well have been walking through a country garden as she moved inexorably away from the water.

Whereas Mirabelle is tall, thin and sad, Vesta is physically and emotionally her opposite.

Mirabelle and Vesta have plenty in common because they are facing descrimination in different ways, but they're also a nice contrast.

Beauty, more than bitterness Makes the heart break.

My room is like a bit of June, Warm and close-curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold.

The sun never sets there [Siberia] - one end wakes up when the other is going to sleep. In parts it is so cold that living trees explode with a sound like gunfire...