Quotes About Contrast

The violent chords and strident voices were so startlingly different from the chiming, bubbling relaxation tapes she played all day that it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her head. The Violent Femmes reminded her of the eighties, and being a teenager, and feeling supercharged with hormones and hope.

Cecelia turned her gaze away from the girls and looked at the shimmer blue of their kidney shaped swimming pool, with its powerful underwater light, the perfect symbol of suburban bliss, except for that strange intermit sound like a baby choking that was coming from the pool filter.

The more earnest people got, the more flippant she became. It was a flaw.

All around her was color: rich, vibrant color. She was the only colorless thing in this whole house.

His skin during the winter was the color of a weak latte. During the summer it was the color of hot chocolate.

The angrier Madeline got, the more freakishly calm Ed became, until he reached a point where he sounded like a hostage negotiator dealing with a lunatic and a ticking bomb.

As she towels herself dry, the smell of scrambled eggs and coffee is drifting up the stairs and she wonders if there is something profoundly superficial about a person who can take so much pleasure in the thought of eating breakfast, even when her heart is split right in two.

So at school events you've got a plumber, a banker and a crystal healer standing around trying to make conversation.

how could you watch someone floss one minute, and the next minute share your deepest passion or most ridiculous, trite little fears?

Some elderly people look like they've always been old, but Connie looked like a young person who had aged a great deal.

It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.

Her boys were gorgeous little darlings. Her boys were feral little animals.

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

You believe that I run after the strange because I do not know the beautiful; no, it is because you do not know the beautiful that I seek the strange.

You keep the sunshine, save me the rain.

I am the only fire that can live in the rain.

I should cherish life, but this aint paradise.

I pop like lollis, you drop like eyelids.

Jasper shook his head. "You're like Jekyll and Hyde." "A gentleman in the streets and a freak in the bed," Irina gasped through her laughter.

I got the idea she'd done her makeup up special for this. Not that she needed much. She was utterly and completely beautiful, except for the hate shining in her eyes.

Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.

Socially we balanced each other out. He was the guy who came into the room and everyone was relieved. I made people deeply uneasy, myself most of all.

For so long I'd felt that what I'd been trained to do in academic writing was to press my nose to the ground, and here was Nell Stone with her head raised and swiveling in all directions. It was exhilarating and infuriating