Quotes About Contrast

The sky a pit of violet, edged with black.

How does life get to be like this? Where she wears her sister's castoff underlinen and a thrice-patched dress while men like Kalaphates go about in silk and velvet with servants trotting behind? While foreigners like these have basins of milk and courtyards of geese and a different coat for every feast day? She feels a scream building inside her, a shriek to shatter glass.

Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere.

one with a rifle and the other wearing headphones.

Cars growl in the streets; leaves whisper in the sky; blood rustles through her inner ears. In the stairwell, in the kitchen, even beside her bed, grown-up voices speak of despair.

Strange how suffering can look beautiful if you get far enough away.

Out in the forsaken city, every other structure, it seems, is burning or collapsing, but here in front of him is the inverse in miniature: the city remains, but the house he occupies is gone.

Werner looks up at the stone houses arrayed wall to wall, tall and aloof, their faces damp, their windows dark. No lamplight anywhere. No antennas. The rain falls so softly, almost soundlessly, but to Werner it roars.

Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them?

Vài ng??i y?u kém trên phÆ°Æ¡ng di?n nào Ä'ó. Ng??i khác nhau thì m?t y?u kém khác nhau.

Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.

A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child

it was unnerving that a stronghold of barbarism should lie so dangerously close to civilized Italy.

Hawthorne certainly had a magnetic personality. Although, of course, magnets can repel as well as attract.

It's a simple fact of life that a clever private detective needs a much less clever police officer in much the same way as a photograph needs both light and darkness.

I took the train to New York and it is hard to convey to you my first impressions as I left Grand Central Depot. I found myself in a city of extraordinary opulence and abject poverty, of astonishing elegance and extreme depravity, the two living so close by that I only had to turn my head to pass from one to the other.

back across the sand, passing the white concrete

What Abbott represented was completely at odds with everything I would enjoy writing about: blue telephone boxes, beaches and fortifications, seagulls, miniature steak and kidney puddings, ginger-haired taxi drivers.

It was almost like discovering that Enid Blyton, in her spare time, had turned to pornography.

we only lived about fifteen minutes apart, which made the emotional distance between us all the more striking.

The moon had risen over Tawleigh-on-the-Water but somehow the soft wash of the light only made the little harbour town seem all the darker.

separated from the cave by an inlet, the waves pounding

That's what's wrong with this country. You've got food banks in the north and down here in Hampstead there are people who don't think twice about spending a fortune on a fucking bottle of wine. It doesn't make sense.

flower blossoming in the car park or the sparrowhawk losing its feathers or any of the other rubbish she saw fit to print.