Quotes About Contrast

Life is made up of marble and mud.

Next to the lightest heart, the heaviest is apt to be most playful.

a flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind...

In der Bitterkeit und Qual meines Herzens habe ich gelacht über den Gegensatz zwischen dem, was ich scheine, und dem, was ich bin! Und auch Satan lacht darüber!

If we look through all the heroic fortunes of mankind, we shall find [the] same entanglement of something mean and trivial with whatever is noblest in joy or sorrow. Life is made up of marble and mud.

It is but for a moment, comparatively, that anything looks strange or startling, — a truth that has the bitter and the sweet in it.

and yet the intimation of a view of her character opposite to his own, gave instantaneous distinctness to a thousand dim suspicions, which now grinned at him like so many demons.

It was strange to see that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints.

Jollity and gloom were contending for an empire.

her hull might be compared to a fat man on the short end of a lopsided seesaw

You see, natural beauty creates such excitement that the existence of the weight is negated. And once it is negated, the heavier it is to bear.

Fortune may shine brightly on a woman like that, but the shadow cast is long and dark.

Her beauty was not like that of a bonsai, which achieves its charm by asserting its own will in defiance of the careful bindings that lash and restrict it. How, I wondered, would my grandfather describe Mitsuru's beauty?

The thing we are most proud of and the thing we are most ashamed of are but the front and back of the same coin. They torture and thrill all at once.

Era sufficiente rimuovere una piccola pietra scaldata dal sole per scoprire la terra umida e fresca. E lei, in quel momento, voleva assaporare a fondo l'oscurità del lato nascosto al sole.

My skin is soft, but my heart is cruel, and my bite is deadly.

It's my pleasure to be your displeasure.

Heaven might shine bright, but so do flames.

And you know the darkness beyond despair, just as intimately as you know the soaring heights. Because in this and all universes, there is balance. You can't have the one without facing the other. And sometimes you think you can take it because the joy is worth the despair, and sometimes you know you can't take it and how did you ever think you could?

You can whisper, and people will still hear thunder.

Nothing awful is without its beautiful side.

Just as the airplane graveyard was Heaven disguised as Hell, harvest camp is Hell masquerading Heaven.

On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.

So much of my life had been under tight control. So much of Quinn's life had been wild insanity. What we needed now was both: a directed burst of controlled insanity.