Quotes About Contrast

The West is well armed for success. It knows well the devastation caused by everything about which the Orient can only dream.

Then there was a woman, in her mid-fifties about, who in almost every respect was perfectly normal. But this was the way with these people: in so many respects they were normal, there was just that one thing, that one terrible thing.

The rest of his hair was dark and full and healthy, and his part was one long straight line of pinkish scalp, a country road across his head.

They were an odd pair- but odd pairs were what kept life interesting.

That water's colder'n hell! That's what makes it good. That's what makes it help all your bruises'n bumps'n stuff. It's colder'n a goddam witch's tit in there!

The girl who laughs and talks a lot and seems very happy, is also the girl who may cry herself to sleep.

Pain is funnier than love.

I love shifting between being super cute and aggressive. It's funny.

A sister is both your mirror and your opposite.

"Spring is the time of the year, when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade."

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

I came into the world very young, in an age that was very old.

The Victorian era is the sexiest age for me, but I also like a woman in a pair of jeans.

This is the age in which hills can look down upon the mountains.

This was an age of extremes, a fascinating century of freaks... but nobody loved it.

It is a hopeless endeavour to unite the contrarieties of spring and winter; it is unjust to claim the privileges of age, and retain the play-things of childhood.

The noisy vacancy of youth, the quiet vacancy of age.

When I think of my dad as a little boy I tend to think of him in black and white.

And a Famous Film Star who is left alone is more alone than any other person has ever been in the whole Histry of the World, because of the contrast to our normal enviromint.

Anger and humour are like the left and right arm. They complement each other.

So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.

Behind us the walls of the house were dark; the lighted windows shone as if they were floating and might twist or slant or change places.

Sometimes the best things look the strangest.