Quotes About Contrast

He was ready to embrace a radiant new world. She was ready to snap his head off.

He sat up, his shirt sagging to reveal the curve of one powerful shoulder. The sight of smooth tanned skin dried every drop of moisture from her mouth. Such a contrast to his marred face. She hadn't considered him handsome at first, even disregarding the scars. With every hour, his physical allure grew. Right now, she'd scorn a handsome man as banal. Idiot that she was, she'd discovered a taste for dark and dangerous and damaged.

Her hair was a tangle. Her filthy clothes would make any self-respecting debutante shriek in horror. Dirt streaked her piquant face. And still he thought she was utterly irresistible. He was in a bad way indeed. Several

What surprises me about living here is that, no matter how much is taken out, this linoleum palace continues to contain all the necessities for life, at the same time as it refuses to admit a single thing, either accidentally or arranged, of beauty or joy. In this, I think, it is much like East Germany itself.

Toutes ces bêtises, tous ces remords, et nos bulles de savon à l'enterrement du parrain de Lola... (L'échappée belle, p.37)

Elle n'aime pas sortir, je n'aime pas rentrer. Elle n'aime pas jouer, je n'aime pas perdre. (L'échappée belle, p.63)

Tev š? vai t? visas skaist?s lietas liekas negl?tas…

My little dog, he did not get ill. It is so funny that people get ill on a boat and dogs do not.

The contrast between private mushrooms and fungi-forming forest traffic might be an emblem for commoditisation more generally: the continual, never-finished cutting off of entanglement.

When I see you plodding along through the rain in dull, drab mackintoshes, with your noses tucked into your collars, I long to offer you a little advice. It is this: fight the weather with contrasts ... You must create an artificial sun to replace the one who has hidden himself. So why not a brighter note in your dress instead of the eternal grey, black, brown or navy?

True, all the streets and roads are very clean, and the school has been freshly painted, but why does that cow have to pull a wagon even though she's pregnant? Why is that child who has filled her apron with grass looking around in fear? And, of course, if you're driving through or looking down from an airplane, you can't see farmer Wurz sitting on his milking stool in the dark barn.

The war ended the way a passage through a tunnel ends," wrote the Czech memoirist Heda Kovály. "From far away you could see the light ahead, a gleam that kept growing, and its brilliance seemed ever more dazzling to you huddled there in the dark the longer it took to reach it. But when at last the train burst out in the glorious sunshine, all you saw was a wasteland full of weeds and stones, and a heap of garbage."8

From far away you could see the light ahead, a gleam that kept growing, and its brilliance seemed ever more dazzling to you huddled there in the dark the longer it took to reach it. But when at last the train burst out in the glorious sunshine, all you saw was a wasteland full of weeds and stones, and a heap of garbage.

A bunny trying to intimidate a Wolf? How ludicrous!

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." [ Meditations Divine and Moral ]

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

Although I maintain that if she were more perfect, she would be less interesting.

Your grief is as great as your splendor was: some god is weighing the one out equal to the other.

If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it".

The red world And corresponding red breezes Went on Geryon did not

My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night. I open mine as wide as possible. I like to see everything, I say. What's there to see? Moon. Air. Sunrise. All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up. I like to wake up.

unlike in the United States, there can be no place in Russia for a free market in religious life.

So it stands to reason that as we are filled with Him, we will reflect His holiness and purity in who we are, in what we say, and in what we do. As a result, our lives will be in sharp contrast to those around us.