Quotes About Contrast

Sí, lo entiendo, y pienso que cada uno tiene que conocer en la vida muchas tristezas. Lo notable es que cada tristeza es distinta de la otra, porque cada una de ellas se refiere a una alegría que no podemos tener. Usted me habla de catástrofes presentes, y yo me acuerdo de sufrimientos pasados; tengo la sensación de que me arrancaron el alma con una tenaza, la pusieron sobre un yunque y descargaron tantos martillazos, hasta dejármela aplastada por completo.

Dios se aburre igual que el Diablo. El uno arriba y el otro abajo bostezan lúgubremente de la misma manera.

cada uno tiene que conocer en la vida muchas tristezas. Lo notable es que cada tristeza es distinta de la otra, porque cada una de ellas se refiere a una alegría que no podemos tener.

cuando el comercio se muestra en su desnudez espantosa. Las cortinas metálicas tienen rigideces agresivas

To laugh or cry is the most beautiful thing in the world

Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.

Then they talked about freedom and evil, about the highways of freedom where evil is like a Ferrari.

Everything that begins as comedy ends as a comic monologue, but we aren't laughing anymore.

I'm an educated man: the prisons I know are subtle ones. And of course poetry and prison have always been neighbors. And yet it's melancholia that's the source of my attraction.

There were the usual deaths, yes, those to be expected, people who started off celebrating and ended up killing each other, uncinematic deaths, deaths from the realm of folklore, not modernity: deaths that didn't scare anybody.

Si el Paraíso, para ser Paraíso, propicia un vasto Infierno, el deber del poeta es convertir el Paraíso en Infierno

Hard cocks, with glorious exceptions, were hardly ever literary.

Jim liked dark women, apparently, history's secret women, he would say, without elaborating. As for me, I liked blondes.

Es extraño: mi sudor es caliente y el sudor de Rosario es frío, reptiliano, y tiene un sabor agridulce (el mío es claramente salado).

Su lengua entró hasta la garganta Olía a cigarrillos y a comida cara. Yo olía a cigarrillos y a comida pobre, pero las dos comidas eran buenas.

Nelle notti d'inverno, non ci sarà più la luce dello stralisco? – disse Ganuan, voltandosi a guardare il prato spento. – Però ci saranno le stelle, padre, – disse Madurer.

Vaudeville audiences… could give the loudest sighs I have ever heard. Prisoners in the Bastille couldn't have touched them.

It was colorful and elaborate—Kayla's website, not the puke

technician got up and went in to inject contrast material into Mr. Schiller's vein.

Photographs of the event show the grim-faced German officers creaking their way across the windy heath in their long leather overcoats, escorted by mild-looking British counterparts who seem like bank managers in uniform.

You can be the dead fish. I'll be the old stick

It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage and back again?

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.

and again, they were opposite of each other in every way, and each way was wonderful.