Quotes About Contrast

C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre

Down here everything was dark, but up there the gray conglomerate was being struck by the final light of day to an unanswerable brilliance.

It's always night, or we wouldn't need light. —

You are for salvation; I am for the Pit.

C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre (attributed to a French observer during the Charge of the Light

In contrast to times past when low-income people lived packed into overcrowded housing, Americans living below the official poverty level today have more housing space per person than the average European— not poor Europeans, but the average European.

What did garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? He was far from all those things. He was wonderful, beautiful.

Optimism is wide-open in contrast to pessimism's closed heart.

The rear door was black, the driver's side door was red, and the hood was sunshine-yellow. If Henry Ford and Picasso had gone out on a bender, that car was what the hangover would have looked like.

Her eyes were as wide as a nun's in a brothel.

She'd always heard that Paris was elegant but hasd struggled to imagine how. She'd assumed it would be rigid; the demanding intolerance of perfection. But...she was struck by the easy naturalness of everything.

You are chicken for sure. Got a whole yellow trickle moving the wrong direction down these parts, and a trickle of black folks going the other way. Black and yellow, like a bumblebee.

Today he wore a burnt-orange shirt, black pants, and a tie that looked like a street fight at the south end of the color wheel.

I needed him here like I needed a yeast infection.

He looked like a tall, confused dandelion, with his long, thin stem and puff of white hair

Roses are red, violets are blue. Extend only one, but implement two.

There's a bit of a difference between a guy lying back being all sexy and come hither and mmrowr-worthy, and a man who has a toy stuffed parrot hanging from his nips.

Angela had been the first of us. She'd been found on a park bench by some dawn jogger or dog walker, her throat slit, her sandals lined up next to her bare feet. And did you ever notice how these are the people who are always discovering the bodies, these people whose lives are so orderly that they can rise early enough to find a whole other human being dumped on the ground?

If that's the case.. Go deeper. To a world darker than black, brighter than white... Embrace it.

Remember that it's easier to see where light is coming from in the dark. This is important to remember, for when all the lights go out.

He's soft and strong at the same time; beautiful and cold like a polished japanese katana.

Ask a scientist a very profound question on his science, and he will be silent. Ask a religious person a very simple question on his religion, and he will be frenzied.

Pain is a poison; pleasure an intoxicant.

She was pretty, he had to admit, with very delicate features. But there was something else, too. There are thorns in her eyes—that was the only way he could express it. For a moment, he thought she might have felt left out because he spoke to her friend first and not to her, but as she smiled, he realised the thorns were always there. A true lady would never have eyes like that.