Quotes About Contrast

Không h? ghê t?m mà v?i tâm tr?ng h? h?i, Erika nói suy cho cùng b?n ch?t c?a tình yêu c?ng chính là c?c ?i?m c?a s? t?m th??ng.

I asked what the scene at the beach was like and Chao goes, "A silent mob scene is like a hand job without the hand.

It was weird what was enough to make you feel good or bad, even though your basic life circumstances were the same.

On Friday, I stood in front of the class singing "Hello, Goodbye" by the Beatles. It was like falling off a cliff: time stretched, there was so much time to think different thoughts. "You say yes, I say no," I sang. "You say stop, and I say go, go, go.

though he could certainly be witty, he wasn't what you would really call funny, not like Dickens was.

A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win.

Fireworks: we shoot them off gaily while our dogs hide under the bed. Philosophers are dogs!

In California depth is measured in feet: six feet on one end of the pool and three feet on the other.

Physiologically, the union of two opposites is a pleasurable affair. Why should the psyche be any different?

If death is perfect enlightenment, life appears to be the perfect opposite.

One moment in the sun is worth a lifetime in the rain.

You look at any poetic creature: muslin, ether, demigoddess, millions of delights; then you look into the soul and find the most ordinary crocodile!

It was a disaster … It was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Nothing was perfect, but everything was all right. The light was never just blue.

Los labios de Abel estaban fríos como la nieve, pero más allá de los labios encontró el calor del tejido de terciopelo rojo, el tejido sobre la cubierta nocturna de un barco.

Sus labios estaban tan fríos como la nieve, pero más allá de los labios yacía la calidez de un sol de cuento de hadas.

Algunas veces ya no puedo ver la diferencia entre la belleza y la desolación. (...). A veces ya no se si estoy extremadamente triste o extremadamente contenta. Me pasa mucho cuando pienso en ti.

Cuando el sol, frente a mí, irrumpa violento, todo caerá en la sombra otra vez: en la sombra del sol –de eso el que mandó sabe–, en el humo y la niebla.

I liked to put young and old in the same room, because they would certainly have different takes on the same problem.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.

Lo que hay fuera de mí, a veces creo que es una imitación mal hecha de lo que hay dentro de mí.

De a paradicsom felé csak személyvonatok járnak, amelyek minden nyirkos, fojtogató levegÅ'j? állomáson és megállóhelyen megállnak. Az expresszvonatok mind a pokolba tartanak.

As we're leaving the King's Arms Hotel after Sunday lunch, I watch a beautiful white dove walking down the wet road. A car approaches and the bird accidentally turns into the wheel rather than away from it. A gentle crunch. The car passes. A shape like a discarded napkin left in the road. Still perfectly white, no red stains, but bearing no relation anymore to the shape of a bird. A trail of white feathers flutter down the road after the car. The suddeness is very upsetting. That gentle crunch.