Quotes About Contrast

I was born in Manhattan and grew up in Scarsdale. Scarsdale didn't work for me as a place at all.

I mean, I want my live show to be like a Marilyn Manson show, where it's gruesome and dark, but I want the music to be straight-up pop.

Every Difference is a Likeness too.

She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface

For the first time in a lifetime by the river he noticed—really noticed—that under a moonless sky the river makes its own mercurial light. Light that is also darkness, darkness that is also light.

Emmeline and Adeline. Unmistakable. Two manes of red hair, two pairs of black shoes; one child in the navy poplin that the Missus had put Emmeline in that morning, the other in green.

Her hair was a dirty color that was too dark to be blond, her chin was big and her eyes were small.

The parson climbed the stairs wearily back to his room. In summer he was a different person, sprightly and alert, and people took him for a man a decade younger than his years; but in winter he sank as the skies darkened, and by December he was always tired. When he went to bed, he drowned in sleep; when he was wakened from it, dragged from the bleak depths, he was somehow always unrefreshed.

Too bad he wasn't as nice as his truck.

She smelled of freshness and gunpowder, sweetness and fire.

I recommend her to you, not as a husband but as an enthusiastic admirer of her work, acid and tender, hard as steel and delicate and fine as a butterfly's wing, lovable as a beautiful smile, and as profound and cruel as the bitterness of life.

I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

I glanced through another page in case I had missed something, and came to the description of Simon's face as he lay on the grass with his eyes closed. It gave me a stab in which happiness and misery were somehow a part of each other.

Now, carols are always beautiful, but if you are sad they can make you feel sadder. (There are some people who always find beauty makes them feel sadder, which is a very mysterious thing.)

The table was a pool of candlelight -- so bright that the rest of the room seemed almost black, with the faces of the family portraits floating in the darkness.

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There are some people who always find beauty makes them feel sadder, which is a very mysterious thing.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease.

You are the happy one. I am the doomed fool.

Jessie was trying to read science fiction but nothing she read so far could begin to match ordinary life on this planet, she said, for sheer unimaginableness.

She was plain except when she laughed. She was someone on the subway. She wore loose skirts and plain shoes and was full-figured and maybe a little clumsy but when she laughed there was a flare in nature, an unfolding of something half hidden and dazzling.

I like simple men and complicated women.

The ruins stood above the hissing traffic like some monument to doomed expectations.