Quotes About Contrast

Cruelty is the opposite of love,' said Patrick, 'not just some inarticulate version of it.

a face like a crème brûlée after the first blow of the spoon

Anne came downstairs wearing a white cotton dress almost indistinguishable from the white cotton nightgown she had taken off.

Isaiah himself was only more aware of his shame as it stood in contrast to the perfection and purity of the Lord. It brought him to despair at his predicament. But despair is not a bad thing when it compels us to trust in or be associated with God himself.

Her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

Everyone would like to behave like a pagan, with everyone else behaving like a Christian.

Chihuahuas and collies?" echoed the Mistress, "What a combination! It's like... judging hummingbirds and eagles!

Cuenta una vieja tradición que «las palmeras suelen tener la cabeza en el fuego y los pies en el agua»,...

December is thirteen months long, July's one afternoon.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

We participate in a tragedy at a comedy we only look.

Balance every thought with its opposition. Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion.

Qué fácil callar, ser serena y objetiva con los seres que no me interesan verdaderamente, a cuyo amor o amistad no aspiro. Soy entonces calma, cautelosa, perfecta dueña de mí misma. Pero con los poquísimos seres que me interesan… Allí está la cuestión absurda: soy una convulsión, un grito, sangre aullando.

Necesito de toda mi inocencia, de toda mi maldad para sobrellevar mi desnudez ardiente.

Creo que la melancolía es, en suma, un problema musical: una disonancia, un ritmo trastornado. Mientras afuera todo sucede con un ritmo vertiginoso de cascada, adentro hay una lentitud exhausta de gota de agua cayendo de tanto en tanto.

Hacer el amor adentro de nuestro abrazo significó una luz negra: la oscuridad se puso a brillar. Era la luz reencontrada, doblemente apagada pero de algún modo más viva que mil soles.

El agua sucia puede apagar un incendio

Only gay bars were full; the heterosexual joints were empty—the heteros massively committed to watching television with their falsely monogamous spouses.

The arousing from sleep, after a recent misfortune, is a bitter moment; the mind at first habitually recurs to its previous tranquility, but is soon depressed by the thought of the contrast that awaits it.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.

I inhaled again. Probably better to dream. The rest of the night, I took tickets and picked up discarded cups and tried not to pay attention to Kyle laughing, Kyle talking, Kyle being crowned dance royalty. I mean, it's too pathetic to be stalking the popular guy. But I enjoyed watching him. He was so opposite the way I was, so full of life and energy, and yet, I knew he and I were alike deep down. Deep down, we were both lonely. He was just better at hiding it.

An hour later we were walking past rows of busy beach huts and weaving between sunbathers and Frisbee games. I was surprised that people weren't taking more notice of us. Everyone looked so strange to me that I couldn't believe I didn't look equally strange to them.

He seemed to be a genuinely kind man—when he wasn't killing. —Helen Morrison, M.D., referring to Ed Gein in her book My Life Among the Serial Killers