Quotes About Contrast

This was the only real difference between the two of them, an empty apartment, and another full of life.

She had just killed a man and Dan wanted to kiss her, and in those two facts, ironically, lay the difference that would probably always remain between them.

Atop a Ferris wheel, Orson Welles told Joseph Cotten how Italy's thirty years of war and terror and bloodshed had produced the Renaissance and Michelangelo, and how Switzerland's five hundred years of democracy and peace had produced, goddamn, only the cuckoo clock.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I was the lucky one because I was protected by my youth. Je pouvais oublier. I still had the luxury of forgetting. He did not.

cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.

El corazón de un hombre es miserable. No es como el vientre de una madre. No sangra, ni se ensancha para hacerte sitio.

Jika kau sudah hidup selama aku, kau akan mengerti bahwa kekejaman dan kemuliaan hanyalah nuansa yang berbeda dari warna yang sama.

He lived in a mansion, but in a shrunken world.

He lived in a mansion, but in a shrunken world.

You know a bomb crater can be made into a swimming hole. You have learned dark blood is better news than bright.

8- I walk in dusty sunsets through streets lined with graffiti-stained walls, past tin-shed stalls packed tightly against one another, crossing paths with little girls carrying basketfuls of raw dung on their heads women covered in black soot boiling rags in huge aluminum vats.

Sai che il cratere prodotto da una bomba può diventare una piscina. Hai imparato che il sangue scuro è meno grave di quello chiaro.

a brushstroke of color on the gray,barren canvas

Regarding Titanic) Sometimes Zalmai would saunter in and watch this game. What did he get to be, he asked. You can be the iceberg, said Aziza.

Everywhere she looked, she saw bright colors: on the drab, gray concrete apartments, on the tin-roofed, open-fronted stores, in the muddy water flowing in the gutters. It was as though a rainbow had melted into her eyes. Rasheed

Rubble and beggars. Everywhere I looked, that was what I saw.

Buruienile desertului isi duc mai departe traiul, dar florile de primavara infloresc si se ofilesc. Atata gratie, atata demnitate, ce tragedie!

Las malas hierbas del desierto siguen con vida, pero la flor de primavera florece y se marchita.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.' Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.

a face as suggestive of early maturity as his brother's was of lingering boyishness.

Today I found a twenty in the red-lined pocket of my wool coat. There's no twenty-dollar bill in the red lining of my uterus.

a vase full of flowers: dark red and pale pink in a cloud of baby's breath.

Crocuses shouted purple and white against the bright grass;