Quotes About Contrast

Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks.

Sam had dark curly hair that he wore parted in the middle and bluntly cut, just above his shoulders. He wore cheap John Lennon–style wire-rimmed glasses and one of those rough hemp striped parkas that are sold in Mexico. His blue jeans were holey and faded to almost white, and he paired his Teva sandals with thick white athletic socks.

Babies move more than books and aren't as conveniently shaped.

She is at least four inches taller than A.J. "But we have a meeting.

He looked like a charcoal drawing of a man. In death, he was blacks and whites.

This was one of the dynamics between us we came to value: She was the good girl and I was the rebel, and each of us learned enough from the other to expand our respective territories.

maybe it seemed like Sam ran so far because I had run the opposite direction.

The studied spontaneity of Horace.

Beauty and wisdom are rarely conjoined.

To choose Norm Coleman over Walter Mondale is like going to a great steakhouse and ordering the tuna sandwich.

Düzler ters. Siyahlar beyaz. Bir gün uyan?rs?n ve dünyay? böyle görmeye baÅŸlars?n.

Sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.

The Judeo-Christian view, in contrast, historically regarded nature as the nonliving creation of a rational God, not cyclic but with a definite beginning and end.

A play is like a balance, you see. If, on one end of the arm, you place a certain quantity of loyalty and cleverness and strong will, on the other end you need an equal weight of something else to offset it.

Here I sit with a thirty-six-year-old lust, and a three-year-old dinky.

I didn't really expect her to accept, not with her being a humanoid and me a barnyard.

It's hard to be a bright light in a dim world.

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

There are your fog people & your sun people, he said. I said I wasn't sure which kind I was. He nodded. Fog'll do that to you, he said.

Perhaps when music has been shouting for so long, a quieter voice seems attractive.

Arisha noticed that all the greenery and trees were dying the more they walked on. They finally arrived at a large clearing of a hidden valley. But it was desert like, bounded by the foothills of the mountains on one side and the dry rocky bluffs on the other. It seemed strange to Arisha. It seemed like a little pocket of dry desert death in the midst of an otherwise lively area. She stopped, stunned by the sight before her.

Unlike magnets, opposites do not necessarily attract; sometimes they merely bash one another to death.

His could be the seductive face of an angel or a devil. A single stroke by the artist — or a vandal — could tilt it in favor of one or the other.

HUMOR, LIKE METAPHOR, is simply two things placed side by side that don't belong together.