Quotes About Contrast

It was odd to see her stepping out of that gloomy place, like a pearl coming out of an oyster.

My locket hangs in my closet beside the glass, the only shining thing among so many shadows.

Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice - a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once liquid and penetrating, and lovely to listen to.

She wore a boiled shirt and a bow-tie, and her hair, though long and bound, was sleek with oil. She was about two- or three-and-thirty, and her waist was thick; but her upper lip, at least, was dark as a boy's. They would have called her terribly handsome, I guessed, in about 1880.

Her face was thin, her hair was dull. Her dress was worn with use, like a servant's dress. Her eyes were wild, with tears starting in them; but beyond the tears, her gaze was hard. Hard as marble, hard as brass. Hard as a pearl, and the grit that lies inside it.

Dainty's clever with a needle, though she seems so rough— don't she? That's just her way. She was what you would say, not brought up, but dragged up. But she is kind at her heart.

MY PEACE is like a shaft of golden Light shining on you continuously. During days of bright sunshine, it may blend in with your surroundings. On darker days, My Peace stands out in sharp contrast to your circumstances. See times of darkness as opportunities for My Light to shine in transcendent splendor.

She knew exactly what he meant. Despite their differences, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny. An out-of-step Fred and Ginger. Vaughn was just as fucked up as she was - he was just so much better at hiding it.

Despite their difference, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny.

was odd that so much intellectual energy was invested into defining, and contrasting, the two signature groups of the British Invasion when what united them both was a restless experimentalism and a desire to expand outward, from the simple to the complex.

California's like an artificial limb the rest of the country doesn't really need. You can quote me.

I'd been pleased to find there was an alternative to the other stuff, which all reminded me of advertisements containing people with perfect teeth, heroic expressions and offspring that looked like they were on their way to Hitler youth rallies.

Libby stood at the bar like something that had been hastily added at the end of a painting that hasn't quite dried yet.

The difference between Christianity and Islam is that some people think a guy walked on water and other people think a horse can fly.

My playing fields were comprised of a black and white universe – cold/hot, light/dark, heaven/hell, right/wrong – this, my guide, my birthright. Something was buried in the back of my soul – the signs were all there but no one knew, no one could tell so when I eventually went over the edge, it was meant to be a lesson learned.

Which is worse? The horror of waking up alone or the horror of waking up next to someone else?

The loudest elderly women always had the quietest elderly husbands.

Nah, if she's the rose, he can be her thorn." Calo snapped his fingers. "The Thorn of Camorr! Now, that's got some shine to it!" "That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard," said Locke.

Maybe some of both.

Despair filled his skull even more tightly than his own brain. All around him cars filled with normal people perfectly unaware of the disease turning Perry's body inside out. Fucking normal people.

Light-colored roofs aren't a good complement to splattered blood. Long brown lines and streaks marked the rough gray paint, creating a Jackson Pollock canvas of death and dirt. The

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

the learned holy men knew more of sacred things than this wild woman of the camps who wore her hair at shoulder length and fared forth dight in hose and doublet like a man

Riegger's Dichotomy sounded as though a pack of rats were being slowly tortured to death while, from time to time, a dying cow moaned.