Quotes About Contrast

Mr. Rossini had about twelve different kinds of sublime and about 150 kinds of ridiculous.

In a gloomy corner, she's still quite pretty.

Un exterior traumáticamente gélido y por dentro las Ménades aullando.

Me asustó tanta belleza, porque la belleza es la mezcla de lo hermoso y lo terrible.

Aunque mi cuerpo se hiela, me imagino que me quemo; y es que el hielo algunas veces hace la impresión de fuego.

black-and-white, so it was no

a beggar on earth than a king in the realm of shades.

I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago. The other places don't count. Having seen it, I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages

What is this, said the leopard,that is so 'sclusively dark, and yet so full of little pieces of light?

Now Rann the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free—

You can work it out by Fractions or by simple Rule of Three, But the way of Tweedle-dum is not the way of Tweedle-dee. You can twist it, you can turn it, you can plait it till you drop, But the way of Pilly Winky's not the way of Winkie Pop!

To step into the house was to step into stillness, into warmth even when it was damp and unlit; but after a moment a coldness crept about your shins.

For instance, a man generally doesn't even know how small a woman is until he holds an article of her clothing up in front of him, one of her nightgowns, say, and sees how small and flimsy it is and how like a child's and unlike his own, and how thick and heavy his hands seem.

The typical Japanese swing of mood is from intense dedication to intense boredom

Everything seemed to grow blacker as I sat there, except for the fireflies whose tiny pulsing lights drew arcs through the dark summer air. On off . . . on off . . . on off . . . on off. The longer I stared, the dizzier I got, until I felt as if the world was tipping and pitching me forward down the mountainside into the long throat of the night.

When I'd put enough distance between us, it occurred to me that I was probably the only person in the history of the world who has ever recalled Sh?nagon in a strip joint in Texas. I liked that

Anyone who's had a visit from them has discovered an important fact about life: namely, that misery grows up all by itself, in a hidden place, without your even being aware of it, and then one day, suddenly, it knocks on your door. Happiness is just the opposite. Happiness is a cute little flower on your veranda, or a baby canary. You can see it growing, little by little, right before your eyes.

My play over, watching the sun go down, I'd frown and blow on the wound, and then I felt a sense of peace, as if I and the gray evening landscape were confiding in each other. Just the opposite from heroin or melting together in a woman's juices, the pain made me stand out from my surroundings, the pain made me feel as if I were shining. And I thought this shining self could get along well with the lovely orange light of the setting sun.

We stand in darkness, surrounded by light

A los doce años, James Joyce escribía cartas dignas de atención; yo, con la misma edad, corría por el campo en pos de las vacas y no había leído un solo libro.

Here it is different, here the past is as alive as the present, the unpredictable cruel Stone Age coexists with the calculating, cool age of electronics—the two eras live in the same man, who is as much the descendant of Genghis Khan as he is the student of Edison… if, that is, he ever comes into contact with Edison's world.

Me hallaba en un mundo maravilloso que, sin embargo, no paraba de recordarme que yo era en él un cuerpo extraño.

Of what good is an armchair of velvet when the rest of the environment does not match? It is like a man going around naked and wearing a three-cornered hat.

Ein Spießbürger ist, wer ein absolutes Verhältnis zu relativen Dingen hat.