Quotes About Contrast

I never liked apples. In fact, when I was a little girl, my mom wanted to give me apples in my lunch box and I would ask for green peppers. So bizarre... It's funny - I don't have an apple a day, but I can say that I have a few a week.

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without its dew?

He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.

So here's where they put you. I didn't think they even used these cells anymore." He glanced sideways. "I got the wrong window at first. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.

Jem: I know what you're thinking. Tessa:I don't think you do. You're think, If they call this damp nastiness summer, what must winter be like? You'd be surprised. Winter's actually much the same. It's spring that's really lovely. Tessa:Is it? Jem:No. It's actually quite foggy and wet as well.

Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.

Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

I didn't get this dressed up to watch you mess around in the gutter with a bunch of motorcycles." "They are pretty to look at," said Jace. "You have to admit that." "So am I," said Isabelle.

The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.

Beauty is harsh.

In all Gabriel's life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brother's face as Sophie's good opinion of him shattered before his eyes.

As if you have discovered a beach you have been visiting all your life is made not of sand but of diamonds, and they blind you with their beauty." Diamonds might be blinding in their beauty, but they were also the hardest and sharpest gems in the world. They could cut you or grind you down, smash and slice you apart. Malcolm, deranged with love, had not thought of that. But Julian could think of nothing else.

If she kissed him, would he taste like blood or cloves or a mixture of the two?

I always thought I was happy being the dark star to your supernova.

He looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.

He sat down on the edge of Lucie's bed—and immediately leaped back up, blushing. Lucie took her hands off her hips, amused. "A ghost with a sense of propriety. That is funny." He looked at her darkly. He really did have a most arresting face, she thought. His black hair and green eyes made a wintry contrast against his pale skin. As a writer, one had to pay attention to these things. Descriptions were very important.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...

That's why he liked bull riding - get a clear head, get in the chute, try not to get bucked off. Easy. Bull riding was simple, but women? Women were not. He should have said not to her invite. A smart man would have. He obviously was not a smart man.

Bonner and Casey lived in different worlds. City and country.

There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

There is beauty and darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life in death, thorns on the rose.

It is unnecessary to heighten the glory of day by comparing it with the preceding twilight.