Quotes About Contrast

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

I am running to and you are running from, and there's a world of difference there.

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.

The fire that burns against the cold.

Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible and red.

Was there ever a man as beautiful or as vile as this one?

America is the greatest of opportunities and the worst of influences.

To the uninitiated they have merely murmured, with a pitying smile and a wave of the hand: What! are you still troubled by that? Or if compelled to be so scholastic as to labour the point they have explained, as usual, that oneself cannot be the absolute because the idea of oneself, to arise, must be contrasted with other ideas. Therefore, you cannot well have the idea of a world in which nothing appears but the idea of yourself.

I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character, I cleave the character in half, on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he's made of sugar.

It was darker than a carload of assholes.

The phrase "domestic cat" is an oxymoron.

The cradle is shallower than the grave.

Why, despite the blinding brightness, did everything look gray? It was as if the painfully sharp lights were helpless to dispel all the darkness the people had brought in from the night outside.

Un sim? al libert??ii absolute. Un sentiment asem?n?tor po?i avea doar în mormânt ?i la WC. Interesant e c? ambele au aproximativ acelea?i dimensiuni.

merriment, the ache in her side that

In those days people moved more slowly down there, and Arch, who did just opposite, might almost have been taken for a Yankee.

I took an instant liking to Miss Melancholy Delight. She looked like a bulldog who has - by mistake - been put through a washing machine. Nevertheless, I felt that any woman who had survived through life being called Melancholy Delight demanded my masculine support.

Interspersed with the clams were the serpulas, beautiful feathery petals, forever moving round and round, perched on the end of a long, thick, greyish tube. The moving petals, orange-gold and blue, looked curiously out of place on the end of these stubby stalks, like an orchid on a mushroom stem.

It was a voice full of light and dark. Light not only as it glimmers, but also as it glares. Dark not only as it brings cold and fear, but also as it gives rest and shade.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than to be crowded on a velvet cushion.

Lawyers and painters can soon change white to black.

Law school taught me one thing: how to take two situations that are exactly the same and show how they are different.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

Literature is mostly about sex and not much about having children; and life is the other way around.