Quotes About Contrast

they pick flowers, but they do not sweep the sky!

A woman needs a man like a tuba needs a cucumber.

They were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.

A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot -- and here and there a dash -- but in the main full of excellent matter, is like a clever fellow in a dirty shirt whom we value for the good humour he brings with him and not for the garb he wears.

It frequently happens that where the second line is sublime, the third, in which he [Lucan] meant to rise still higher, is perfect bombast.

What makes sense in the ivy-covered ivory tower may be shrill extremism in America's neighborhoods and workplaces.

The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side.

Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.

The moon is up, and yet it is not night, The sun as yet divides the day with her.

Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

There rose no day there rolled no hour Of pleasure unembittered; And not a trapping decked my Power That galled not while it glittered.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

What did I think of him? I, who'd worked with him hand-in-glove longer than all the rest, and who knew him better than anyone -- including Mrs. Blackthorne? He was a first-class son of a bitch. But how many men have you known who were first in their class at anything?

difference between heaven and hell was people.

This fortune-telling, free-spirited artist-waitress. She's everything his life no longer is. She exudes energy, volatility. His life is routine. He's in a rut, really.

Dain wasn't certain what exactly was wrong with her, but he had no doubt that something was. He was Lord Beelzebub, wasn't he? She was supposed to faint, or recoil in horrified revulsion at the very least. Yet she had gazed at him as bold as brass, and it had seemed for a moment as though the creature were actually flirting with him.

That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.

You want to mute the pain? You'll also mute the joy.

Fireflies love the dark too. There's beauty in those places.

During her lectures, she explains the difference between the beautiful and the sublime this way: The stars are beautiful—diamonds, twinkles, something you can wish upon. The space in between the stars is the sublime—cold, black, and infinite, something that inspires awe and fear.

All that is to say that the dark is our friend, and this is precisely what it was invented for. Most of us spend most of our time in the daylight, however, so it behooves us to get to the gym.

Jalapeño sky raisins?" "Bees and wasps.

After high school, he'd purposefully gone for the sweet, girl-next-door type, because it would never last. Not when deep deep down he craved the edgy, tough, would-take-on-the-world-if-she-had-to type.

After all, he was rigid where she was flexible. He was black and white, and she was all the rainbow in between, and they didn't go together.