Quotes About Contrast

Truth derives its strength not so much from itself as from the brilliant contrast it makes with what is only apparently true. This applies especially to Chess, where it is often found that the profoundest moves do not much startle the imagination.

His eyes I saw too. Large and profound, they seemed to increase in depth as the dark fell on them, then to resurface as the lighthouse beam caught them again, as if symbolising in rapid sequence the constant recurrence of night and day.

My pure-white past did not so much atone for me as rather blacken my present all the more

Ever since the morning, Pierre had beheld many frightful sufferings in that woeful white train. But none had so distressed his soul as did that wretched female skeleton, liquefying in the midst of its lace and its millions.

Élodie, who was rising fifteen, lifted her anaemic, puffy, virginal face with its wispy hair; she was so thin-blooded that good country air seemed only to make her more sickly.

Paris, pareil à un pan de ciel étoilé tombé sur un coin de la terre noire, lui apparut sévère et comme fâché de son retour.

À eux deux, la femme, nerveuse et hypocrite, l'homme, sanguin et vivant en brute, ils faisaient un couple puissamment lié. Ils se complétaient, se protégeaient mutuellement. Le soir, à table, dans les clartés pâles de la lampe, on sentait la force de leur union, à voir le visage épais et souriant de Laurent, en face du masque muet et impénétrable de Thérèse.

L'idée de la mort, jetée avec désespoir entre deux baisers, revenait implacable et aiguë.

What is a source of sorrow to some is a source of joy to others.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

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?

As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.

A mi espalda, brillaba aún el sol y ante mí se levantaba la luna.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstacy of peace; i wanted all to sparkle, and dance in a glorious jubilee.

Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.

Seja qual for a matéria de que as nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais, e a do Linton é tão diferente delas como um raio de lua de um relâmpago, ou a geada do fogo.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. There were no mutual concessions; one stood erect, and the others yielded;

I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

Me pregunte, asombrado, como habia quien pudiera atribuir un descanso atormentaddo a los que duermen en la serenidad de aquella tierra tan tranquila

melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Y la de Linton es tan distinta como un rayo de luna de un relampago o como el hielo del fuego