Quotes About Contrast

Why sunset is more colorful than sunrise? It's an irony of life saying, 'sometimes, good things happen in goodbyes.'

Life is strictly coded with happiness and sorrow. We can't make it work properly without one.

Light, cannot exist without darkness. As such, in order to maintain the survival of one, the other must be kept within docility.

There are two sides to a coin, to most, one good and the other bad. It all depends on the choice they are making.

Joy and sorrow are the light and shade of life; without light and shade no picture is clear.

The greatest and the smallest, light and dark, right and wrong - they all come together to form the miracle that is life, and none can exist without the others.

Il bagliore roseo delle sue labbra, il verde febbricitante dei suoi occhi. Il suo viso non aveva nemmeno una ruga, nemmeno un'increspatura, un accenno di grigio: era fresco e prefetto. Lui era primavera, dorato e splendente. La Morte invidiosa avrebbe bevuto il suo sangue, e sarebbe diventata giovane di nuovo.

Once when I was young, I asked what mortals looked like. My father said, "You may say that they are shaped like us, but only as the worm is shaped like the whale.

It was strange to see her among mortals; she made all of them, guards and Peleus alike, look bleached and wan, though it was her skin that was pale as bone.

He saw me watching and rubbed self-consciously at his calloused hands. "I know I am ugly to you." No, I thought. My grandfather's halls are filled with shining nymphs and muscled river-gods, but I would rather gaze on you than any of them.

The islands looked all the same to me--high cliffs bleached white, pebbled beaches that scratched the underside of our ships with their chalky fingernails.

Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

Il ressemblait à un orage d'été, dont la foudre illumine le ciel pâle. En sa présence, tout le reste s'estompait.

The feelings that stirred in me at night seemed strangely distant from those serving girls with their lowered eyes and obedience. I watched a boy fumbling at a girl's dress, the dull look on her face as she poured his wine. I did not wish for such a thing.

If a color could deliver hope, does it follow that it could also bring despair?

The gown rustles and slides around her, speaking a glossolalia all of its own, the silk moving against the rougher nap of the underskirts, the bone supports of the bodice straining and squealing against their coverings, the cuffs scuffing and chafing the skin of her wrists, the stiffened collar hooking and nibbling at her nape, the hip supports creaking like the rigging of a ship. It is a symphony, an orchestra of fabrics, and Lucrezia would like to cover her ears, but she cannot.

She has always cried such enormous tears, like heavy pearls, quite at odds with the slightness of her frame.

I am the only tea abstainer in my family. I think they regard this as a baffling perversion. To me, tea tastes like dried lawn clippings, diluted leaf mold, watered down compost mixed with a dash of bovine bodily fluid. I have never been able to stomach it.

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.

They want time to move fast so they can paint their nails a provocative red and wear high heels that crack walnuts and make people jump. He wants time to slow down so he can prolong the enjoyment of walking among them, of being next to this self-contained beauty.

Everything around me looks like me and I look like nothing here

he became aware of an entire world of the spirit about which he had been taught nothing in the seminary and which seemed to flourish as the dark underside of life in his beloved New York.

The sun is pure communism everywhere but in cities, where it's private property.