Quotes About Contrast

all hail the light, the dark, and the gray.

In tragedy anything comic is a blemish and in comedy anything tragic is ugly

I'm disgusted with how people get themselves to look beautiful; I'm much more fascinated with the other side.

I'm a dog and she was a cat: I, slobbery and keen; she, self-contained and ultimately private.

Kei means fire…but my body is always cold.

Must beauty blossom, rooted in decay, And night devour its flaming hues alway?

She folded fat hands over a plump stomach and did her best to beam at him. The effect of the beam was spoiled by the wispy hair that straggled out from beneath her dowdy hat.

Love is like being burned in flames then plunged into icy water. Love leaves scars and broken hearts. Your emotions change from one second to the next.

She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he'd never felt more alive.

Hell was easy; romance was hard.

You only saw the darkness, Tammy. There was another side to her. I think there always is, don't you? There's always some light in the darkness, somewhere.

Nothing would take him, he was a barbarian with the manners of a gentleman. Neither

He'd never seen such a look on any human face: such a wilderness of innocent malice. A

Life is monstrous, but life is beautiful

If you dwell in the darkness, you can see in the dark and look into the light. But in choosing the darkness, you know you are destined to walk alone.

Real life is disobliging. People like to think, or feel, in black and white. Having to assess the relative values of all those intermediate greys is tiresome and perplexing.

As you travel north across Ohio," Ohio State University dean Harlan Hatcher wrote in 1945, "you feel that you have been transported from Virginia into Connecticut.

That was Chas. Furious and black-hearted one minute, ready to crack a wry joke the next.

New York City in life was much like New York City in death. It was still hard to get a cab, for example.

It was the softest bed she had ever lain in. But then, it was the only bed she had ever lain in.

She watches the people through the sooted panes. They walk slower than they do when she reports to work and when she leaves work, and differently still from weekend strolling. They are the tin men and rag dolls who wake after hours in the toy store.

a small freedom was the worst punishment of all, presenting the bounty of true freedom into painful relief.

Elwood saw that he was always simultaneously at home in whatever scene he found himself and also seemed like he shouldn't have been there; inside and above at the same time; a part and apart. Like a tree trunk that falls across a creek—it doesn't belong and then it's never not been there, generating its own ripples in the larger current.