Quotes About Contrast

Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.

Mieux vaut pleurer de rien Que de rire de tout.

Where there's black, even grey looks white

Surely life has taught you that a thing can be both beautiful and vile.

What he found were "a few brilliant beacons in a fog of fools.

Milano: ha i muri sporchi e le strade intasate, ma vale la pena. - Milán: tiene las paredes sucias y las calles abarrotadas, pero vale la pena.

There was light and there was darkness, and where once, so recently, he had sat at his desk bathed in that light, now he was clothed in the black cover of heartbreak.

You said I was pretty, before." "Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I think you're goddamned radiant, and you know it. Sometimes I think if I look at you too long I'll go blind, like a lunatic staring straight into the sun. No," he said in a savage undertone, and let the gown fall back to the floor. "You're not pretty.

We must take a plunge into the darkness before we can fully appreciate the light.

A devil moon took me through the alley Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale To the mews running through the backstreets Where the Blacks sell fire and sleep The devil moon took me out of Soho Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow Sucked along by a winter shower To stand beside your shining tower

She was craving anything real - bad smells and stupid men, missed trains and tedious jobs. But she remembered that mixed up in the ugly parts of reality were also those true moments of grace - peaches in September, honest laughter, perfect light.

The heap of clothes was entirely purple and black, so she threw in a pair of silver sandals to add color.

He went to the light switch by the door and flicked it off. When he turned, she glowed in the golden light from the space heater, and the shadow over her shoulders on the wall seemed a looming, black-cloaked figure. An ancient, mythical harbinger of doom and destruction. He blinked. It turned into a pattern of blocked light again. Jesus, what the hell was that about? He was rattled, jittery, scared half to death. But he could no more say no to this girl than he could stop breathing.

But today I realized that pain and love have a balance. I can feel so much of one only because I feel so much of the other.

Di velt iz sheyn nor di mentshn makhn zi mies," he said. "The world is beautiful, but people make it ugly.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

Art and weaponry would seem to stand on opposite hills, and yet here they were, each nature complementing the other.

Stella wondered how silence could be so loud.

He shows no anger, I show no anger but in flashes of humor, all is courtesy and horror.

He was so handsome it was kind of adorable when he looked horrible.

In the old photo, we are sitting, my sister upright, like a falls—her bridalveil spine, the ferro plumbline of her hair—and I, I hunched over, tongue sticking out, jaws working like a pair of kindergarten scissors.

Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms, the wet woods flecked with bloodroot, and wild roses and honeysuckle flashing white among the chestnuts on the mountainsides...

Give me a BLACK AND WHITE MOVIE Where you know what's what. The good guys get love, The bad guys get shot, The rich girl's cold, The poor girl's not.

There is no doubt that they 'take their pleasure sadly,'" noted an Australian visitor to Gorky Park. "Among the many thousands there we saw scarcely a smile, though we assumed that they were enjoying themselves.