Quotes About Contrast

This Englishwoman is so refined She has no bosom and no behind.

Eternity is the opposite of a long time.

At night a candle's brighter than the sun

I like rhythmic things that butt up against each other in a cool kind of way.

If Finnigin was to be Casmeer's peaks, then Ays would be his hollows, and for all Ays' distance, it was easier to be with him than with the flickering presence of the terranaut.

It was no longer light versus the dark, but one spectrum of light against another.

Were there any places in this shunned landscape that bloomed with colour and life?

In the world of the night, all is black and white, and we were there to celebrate its colours.

Part of him was beautiful, a creative, sensitive soul. But there was another part, a part perhaps hinted at, which I had not yet truly seen.

It was hard for her to equate this slim, beautiful young man with the scruffy yob she usually encountered. The transformation confused her, yet she sensed Owen was completely in control of how he appeared to people. That unnverved her. It made her think he was, therefore, not to be controlled by her.

He breathes as I breathe, he thinks as I think, yet we are worlds apart. I cannot know his thoughts, and yet our skins are touching. How strange.

A corrupt sweetness lined the back of his throat, a taste of nightmare.

Magrast, so huge and busy, had un-nerved Khaster and Valraven at first. They were used to the wild, free air of Caradore. Here they found enclosed spaces, areas of decay and poverty, where the air was almost unbearable. High walls enclosed them, and a forest of bleak turrets, immense domes, elegant spires.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

Only hours before, I had been poignantly balancing on the rim of a terrible abyss, my heart and head full of profundity; now I was living in a nightmare of farce.

Sofia sat down, giving an impression of outward composure, though within she fought the same maelstorm of emotion that showed plainly on Salamiel's face.

The sun needs the contrast of the night for its shine to have meaning.

No one can walk the way of light without casting a shadow.

Sitting there, with a tiny glass of cordial clutched in a hand more used to earthenware jugs of murky beer, I was thinking about how alien a concept the family-as it was presented here-to me. I found it oppressive and clammy, nothing more than a breeding ground for spite and intrigue.

The two cousins, Perdina and Voile, emerged from their sanctuary, dressed in white, their black hair loose like curtains around their pale, narrow faces.

You are a violent young man, which is quite at odds with the more mystical side of your character, which I am assured exists.

The men, comparitively dull beings in this house of feminine finery, were dashing nonetheless in tight clothes of viridian and iron blue, gold earrings glittering among the oiled ringlets around their shoulders.

He couldn't imagine anyone less attractive than Leeth; her ugliness was on the inside, something damp and cold and dark.

I loved her so much, she was so beautiful in life, it seemed unbelievably cruel that I had to become afraid of her. I would wake screaming just as Ellony stooped over me in bed. She had cold saliva that smelled of fish. It fell onto my face.