Quotes About Contrast

He wandered to the window. In that blast of snow, the shaft of the Plymouth National Bank Building was aspiring as a cathedral; twenty gray stories, with unbroken vertical lines swooping up beyond his vision into the snowy fog. It had nobility, but it seemed cruel, as lone and contemptuous of friendly human efforts as a forgotten tower on the Siberian steppes. How indifferently it would watch him starve and freeze!

He felt like a man who has asked for a drink of cold charged water and found it warm and flat.

The difference between laughing your head off and shouting your head off is that with one you are happy and with the other you are angry.

Baz? insanlar?n cana yak?nl??? kaba insanlar?n sald?rganl???ndan daha ölümcüldür. S. Holmes. Hikayeleri ~ Åžansl? MüÅŸteri.

She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men.

She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the ming of the most resolute of men.

I saw the delicate, pink-mottled claw meat poking seductively through its blanket of mayonnaise and the bland yellow pear cup with its rim of alligator-green cradling the whole mess. Poison.

It's funny how life works like a seesaw: Some things go up while others plunge down.

Bloody heads and hearts, never match up, do they?

People drive by in their colorful convertibles with the roof down, looking all relaxed and friendly, as if you might stroll up to them while they're pausing at the light and start a conversation. It's the opposite of Britain, where everyone's in their own self-contained metal box, swearing at the rain.

Like today, she's wearing an orange chiffony shirt over a pair of white cotton trousers, espadrilles, and a big wooden necklace, the kind I could never wear in a million years.

I have never felt so mortified in my entire life. Ever. Jack Harper takes me to the grandest, poshest restaurant in the world. And I take him to a park bench in Clapham.

She's also got a suntan, which must mean she's just come back from Mauritius or somewhere, and suddenly I feel a bit pale and weedy in comparison.

I know that you are deathly sick; and yet, sick as you are, not one is as sick as I.

What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring

Life was never anything but a perpetual see-saw between gravity and jest.

Life really is a series of contrasts.

The beauty of sorrow is superior to the beauty of life.

In real life I'm a tall, blond Christian.

Thunderstorms were rare in California, but when they came they were, like most things in California, larger than life.

You start out with the sublime and you end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.

Now, looking back on my life in Africa, I feel that it might altogether be described as the existence of a person who had come from a rushed and noisy world, into a still country.

Yes, I'm afraid the life over here is very different from N.Z. but oh boy it's a grand life.

I am proud of my cake-making image but life is not that perfect. There are socks in my fruit bowl.