Quotes About Contrast

In a dung heap, even a plastic bead can gleam like a sapphire.

Between funny and witty Falls the shadow

I know," said Helen. "Like all sacred and truly precious objects it is very plain. Only profane things are beautiful.

This process is known as inflation, something that was good for the universe in contrast to inflation of prices that too often plagues us.

The Americans, he laughed drunkenly. They build more cars than anybody in the world, and take them out and dump them in terrible traffic jams. The only thing crazier than the Americans were the Russians, who never had traffic jams because they didn't have cars.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Books and movies are like apples and oranges. They both are fruit, but taste completely different.

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor

The world, although well-lighted with fluorescents and incandescent bulbs and neon, is still full of odd dark corners and unsettling nooks and crannies.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror.

Sometimes, the embers are better then the campfire. It's strange, but it's true.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

In many ways the world is nothing but a pile of shit. But it can also be very beautiful.

Hodges remembers an old saying: even on the darkest day, the sun shines on some dog's ass.

On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.

and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid. Give me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer Night's Dream over Hamlet every time. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.

the way things should be and the way things are hardly ever get together.

Here I am, ninety years old and ready for the cooling board, using a brand new Macintosh computer, and there you sit, twenty-two and gorgeous, fresh as a new peach, yet scrawling on a yellow legal pad like an old maid in a Victorian romance.

There's no room for anything but joy and fear, and joy ruled the house. Fear lived in the shack out back!

I don't want to be a Disney prince. To hell with that. If I have to be a prince, I want to be a dark one.

Every marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark

I felt comfortable as only one can on such a night, when all is miserable outside and all is warmth and comfort inside.

The Internet is a bright house standing above a dark cellar with a dirt floor. Falsehoods sprout like mushrooms in that cellar.

Oddly, the burned hand didn't seem to hurt much anymore; it was only numb. It would have been better if there had been pain. Pain was at least real.