Quotes About Contrast

A bunny rabbit and a chick went frolicking in the grass together on a sunny day." "A chick . . . baby chicken?" Kaladin said. "And a what?" "Ah, forgot myself for a moment," Wit said. "Sorry. Let me make it more appropriate for you. A piece of wet slime and a disgusting crab thing with seventeen legs slunk across the rocks together on an insufferably rainy day. Is that better?

Without the glowing fruit, the place was as black as the inside of a can of black paint that had also been painted black.

He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a man who saw before himself a masterpiece. True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety. In this book, Gaotona found a rare work to rival that of the greatest painters, sculptors, and poets of any era. It was the greatest work of art he had ever witnessed. Gaotona

The comment quieted the room, like a sudden shout of "Who wants extra bacon?" at a bar mitzvah.

Women are like…thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to—but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

Above silence, the illuminating storms—dying storms—illuminate the silence above.

Logically," Shallan said, "the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark.

una idea espantosa ejecutada de forma brillante tiene que ser mejor que una idea brillante ejecutada de forma espantosa.

Human taste is as varied as human fingerprints," Wit said. "Nobody will like everything, everybody dislikes something, someone loves that thing you hate—but at least being hated is better than nothing. To risk metaphor, a grand painting is often about contrast: brightest brights, darkest darks. Not grey mush. That a thing is hated is not proof that it's great art, but the lack of hatred is certainly proof that it is not.

I mixed with ordinary people about the same way that a bucket of paint mixed with a bag of gerbils.

there's a fine line between love and hate

The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It's our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows.

We humans have a tendency to define things by what they are not. This is especially true of our emotional experiences.

Much of the beauty of light owes its existence to the dark.

In so many ways, she was the luckiest person in the world—someone who didn't have to worry about money, someone who lived in a beautiful, exclusive area others paid a fortune to visit, someone who cared about the library and felt a great sense of purpose—and yet...something was missing. Her life wasn't nearly as idyllic as others probably saw it.

Their union was heaven--and it was hell.

In philosophy, the opposite of truth is error; in Scripture, the opposite of truth is a lie.

Children contrast with the rich man simply because there is no question of their having yet been able to merit anything. Jesus' point is, there is nothing that any of us can do to inherit the kingdom. We must simply receive it like little children. And little children haven't done anything.

Suffering creates a vivid contrast illuminating joy, happiness, and satisfaction. It is a harsh lesson on the other side of sublime. We all must suffer, whether we choose to or not. There must be value in that which is given in our lives, even though we hope and try to live joyfully and enjoy our brief time on earth.

My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.

I should be the last to deny that the lordly prelates serve their own ambition and avarice before anything else; the higher their rank the more striking the contrast between the dignity of their office and their behavior.

Earthly love and heavenly love irreconcilably oppose each other ... No mediation exists between the law of the public sphere and the willingness to be without restraint; between the two spheres there is nothing - to be sure, the positive nothing, the nothing of freedom.

No matter how vulgar the hotel is, the bar is always nice.

Everything about him was beautiful, with the sole exception of his jaws