Quotes About Contrast

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them

This party is old and uninviting, participants all in black and white, you enter in full blown Technicolor

Love and reason keep little company together

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?

Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies

Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside...but there is always pain hidden somewhere.

Marriage is not a union, merely between two creatures, it is a union between two spirits; and the intention of that bond is to perfect the nature of both, by supplementing their deficiencies with the force of contrast, giving to each sex those excellencies in which it is naturally deficient.

I'm no syllogism incarnate, but my wife makes me look like Immanuel Kant.

My wife and I no longer have anything in common but our differences.

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.

Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it. Snow.

I knew why he chose the brown. It was the plainest of my dresses, certainly drab in his eyes, but all the better to contrast and showcase the red he'd have me wear tomorrow. I had no doubt he'd ordered the snow itself as the perfect backdrop, and surely he'd ordered the sun to shine in the morning so as not to deter the crowds.

I had seen Rahtan before in Ráj Nivad, but none had been like her. They looked like killers and brutes, and they were big. She barely reached past my shoulder. And they sure as hell never juggled.

My back is dirtier than a potato?

Then we come from opposite but similar worlds, don't we?

Brightmist. It's one of the poorest quarters. Don't let the name fool you. Nothing bright about it. Garvin was wrong. There was at least one bright thing about it. -Jase

All the Jane Austen in the library cannot wash the Queens from this little hand.

The two terms are mutually exclusive. Like military intelligence. An oxymoron, emphasis on moron.

Every silver lining has a cloud.

I see the old even as I am looking at the new--the storefronts now occupied by up-to-date boutiques and trendy retail shops. It's almost like being in two places at the same time.

Life is a system of recurrent pairs, the poison and the antidote being eternally packaged together by some considerate heavenly druggist.

There were so many things I wasn't that I had difficulty defining myself, especially in relation to Elise, who was so many things.

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn't lean against Black. . . .