Quotes About Contrast

Outwardly he was calm, reasonable, patient. All his wildness was in his head - such a good place for it!

Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still it explains nothing.

At an Italian deli counter, a whiff of butyric acid reads as parmesan cheese; elsewhere, vomit.

If you lower your head to within a foot or two of an infested corpse - and this I truly don't recommend - you can hear them feeding. Arpad pinpoints the sound. Rice Krispies. Ron frowns. Ron used to like Rice Krispies.

With charm comes charm's sidekick, dilapidation.

In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out with a cry of pain. How strange, I thought that the same cause should produce such opposite effects.

The sun might shine or the clouds might lower, but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.

Nothing could exceed in beauty the contrast between these two excellent creatures. One was old, with silver hairs and countenance beaming with benevolence and love; the younger was slight and graceful in his figure, and his features were moulded with the finest symmetry, yet his eyes and attitude expressed the utmost sadness and despondency.

His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!--Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

Harmony was the soul of our companionship, and the diversity and contrast that subsisted in our characters drew us nearer together.

I need to say that we were strangers to any species of disunion or dispute. Harmony was the soul of our companionship, and the diversity and contrast that subsisted in our characters drew us nearer together.

She seemed, poor woman, to imagine that the French and the Martians might prove very similar.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy one, I will indulge the other.

The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections.

A robin lighted on a blackthorn at my elbow, and began to sing. The sound came high and sweet and uncaring through all the noise of battle. To this day, whenever I think of the battle for Kaerconan, it brings to mind a robin's song, mingled with the croaking of the ravens.

Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend.

Darkness had no effect upon my fancy; and a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm.

At first, as the memory of former happiness contrasted to my present despair came across me

My proud step was no interpreter of my heart, for I deeply felt that, though surrounded by every luxury, I was a beggar.

Everywhere i see bliss, from which i alone am irrevocably excluded.

A scary but yet beautiful smile

You were the leaves, basking in the sunlight. I was the root, growing in the darkness ~Danzo

Why do these two always wake up feeling dramatic?

Tu ne trouveras pas de lumière sans ombres, elles sont indissociable comme l'amour et la haine