Quotes About Contrast

When you live in New York you often have the feeling that New York's not the world. I mean this. Every time I come home I feel like I'm coming back to the world. And when I leave Macomb it's like leaving the world. It's silly.

He was as good as his worst performance; his worst performance was Gothic.

He was bleeding slowly to death in the midst of abundance, for his life's blood was poverty.

Ladies seemed to live in faint horror of men, seemed unwilling to approve wholeheartedly of them. But I liked them. There was something about them, no matter how much they cussed and drank and gambled and chewed; no matter how undelectable they were, there was something about them that I instinctively liked

A few graves in the cemetery were marked with crumbling tombstones; newer ones were outlined with brightly colored glass and broken Coca-Cola bottles

He and Aunty looked alike, but Uncle Jack made better use of his face

hard-headed hill folk do not understand coastal plain dreamers

He looks sun-tanned. Real tanned, not the normal Welsh version, where an upper layer of skin might have taken a little colour, but the six layers beneath are still all white and scared and fragile.

Morning sickness and bank robbery doesn't mix well.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.... We do not know if the so-called Little People are good or evil. This is, in a sense, something that surpasses our understanding and our definitions. We have lived with them since long, long ago-- from a time before good and evil even existed, when people's minds were still benighted.

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other's company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself

How can those who live in the light of day possibly comprehend the depths of night?

Where there is light, there must be shadow, and where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.

The world [...] an endless battle of contrasting memories.

Even at a time like this, the street is bright enough and filled with people coming and going—people with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a purpose and people with no purpose; people trying to hold time back and people trying to urge it forward.

Love and used Subarus were two different things. Weren't they?

You keep looking at the sea and you start to miss being with people; you stay around people all the time and you just want to go look at the sea.

Noboru Wataya is a person who belongs to a world that is the exact opposite of yours... In a world where you are losing everything, Mr.Okada, Noboru Wataya is gaining everything. In a world where you are rejected, he is accepted. And the opposite is just as true. Which is why he hates you so intensely.

The ones who did it can always rationalize their actions and even forget what they did. They can turn away from things they don't want to see. But the surviving victims can never forget. They can't turn away. Their memories are passed on from parent to child. That's what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical

Even if things were the same, people's perception of them might have been very different back then. The darkness of night was probably deeper then, so the moon must have been that much bigger and brighter.

Komatsu's view is that there are always two sides to everything, Tengo said. A good side and a not-so-bad side.