Quotes About Contrast

The book which the reader has under his eye at this moment is, from one end to the other, as a whole and in detail, whatever may be its intermittences, exceptions and faults, the march from evil to good, from the unjust to the just, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, from rottenness to life, from hell to heaven, from nothingness to God. Point of departure: matter; point of arrival: the soul. The hydra at the beginning, the angel at the end." Volume V, Book I, Chapter XX This

Un incendie peut faire une aurore sans doute, mais pourquoi ne pas attendre le lever du jour ? Un volcan éclaire, mais l'aube éclaire encore mieux. Combeferre préférait peut-être la blancheur du beau au flamboiement du sublime.

She was a pretty blonde with fine teeth. For dowry, she had gold and pearls; but the gold was on her head and the pearls were in her mouth.

There are some men apparently born to be the reverse of the coin; their name is a continuation, and is never written except preceded by the conjunction and. Their existence is not their own.

That which is terror by night is curiosity by day.

L'ideale è spaventoso a vedersi, così, perduto nelle profondità, piccolo, isolato, impercettibile, brillante ma circondato da tutte quelle grandi minacce nere mostruosamente ammassate intorno a esso. Eppure, esso non è più in pericolo di quanto non lo sia una stella tra le fauci delle nembi.

Quand je suis triste, je pense à vous, comme l'hiver on pense au soleil, et quand je suis gai, je pense à vous, comme en plein soleil on pense à l'ombre

When the eye sees black, the heart sees trouble.

It was Gwynplaine's laugh which created the laughter of others, yet he did not laugh himself. His face laughed; his thoughts did not. The extraordinary face which chance or a special and weird industry had fashioned for him, laughed alone. Gwynplaine had nothing to do with it.

It is sometimes no less startling to meet the dog than the wolf

CHAPTER II—A DOUBLE QUARTETTE

There was a beauty in chaos, a wildness that hinted at things gone wrong and mistakes overcome.

Alaska herself can be Sleeping Beauty one minute and a bitch with a sawed-off shotgun the next.

She was so unlike the other women he'd slept with. Course, they were whores, mostly...

The difference between Loreda and her mother wasn't fear—they shared that. It was fire. Her mother's passion had gone out.

I feel like Dorothy, back in Kansas, a black-and-white girl in a black-and-white world, with memories in color.

The high she'd felt when he took that first breath had gone. Like getting to the top of a roller coaster: there was a nanosecond of pure exhilaration before the headlong plunge into fear.

shame that was its silent twin.

Then, I saw tragedy in it; now I see beauty.

The universe is always in balance, she said - summer and winter, day and night, sustenance and poison, good and evil. To know the light, you must also know the darkness.

Perhaps the most complicated things are also the most beautiful.

Her mother lived in a world of black and white, and Eva knew that neither of those colors existed, not really; it was all a spectrum of gray.

Love will always be without a doubt, Within Hate

The singing bird lives in a cage. The owl roams free