Quotes About Contrast

You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark, I am forest.

in those small towns you come to realize how the cathedrals utterly outgrew their whole environment.

that young man, like the son of a neck and a nun

Porque lo bello no es sino el comienzo de lo terrible

Wie einer, der auf fremden Meeren fuhr, so bin ich bei den ewig Einheimischen; die vollen Tage stehn auf ihren Tischen, mir aber ist die Ferne voll Figur. In mein Gesicht reicht eine Welt herein, die vielleicht unbewohnt ist wie ein Mond, sie aber lassen kein Gefühl allein, und alle ihre Worte sind bewohnt. Die Dinge, die ich weither mit mir nahm, sehn selten aus, gehalten an das Ihre -: in ihrer großen Heimat sind sie Tiere, hier halten sie den Atem an vor Scham.

Your smile more enduring, when it illuminates your sorrow.

Boo'ful, she said, life could be so diff'rent— But it never is, I said.

Something in Mama's voice was vast and high, like a rainbow; yet something sad and deep, like when the organ played in church, was around Mama's words.

So still and silent that they clash with the crowd in their very immobility; standing noisy in their silence; harsh as a cry of terror in their quietness.

Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

I am God in nature; I am a weed by the wall.

I cannot marry the facts of William Shakespeare to his verse: Other men had led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man is in wide contrast.

Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.

FOR EVERY STOIC WAS A STOIC BUT WHERE IN CHRISTENDOM IS THE CHRISTIAN?

For every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?

Over the inter glaciers, I see the summer glow, And, through the wild-piled snowdrift, The warm rosebuds below.

Better that the book should be not quite so good, and the writer better, and not himself a ridiculous contrast to all he has written.

Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow, And through the wild-piled snow-drift The warm rosebuds below.

And evermore in the world is this marvellous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

Romans 8 contains a powerful theology of suffering. There's the groaning of those dying without hope, and in contrast, the groaning of those in childbirth. Both processes are painful, yet they are very different. The one is the pain of hopeless dread, the other the pain of hopeful anticipation. The Christian's pain is very real, but it's the pain of a mother anticipating the joy of holding her child. It

There is a difference between tears of hope and tears of hopelessness." —Erwin Lutzer

In some countries you love your neighbors, and in others you eat them.