Quotes About Contrast

Everyone always talks about the speed of New York, and I still walk slow around New York, and everyone is walking faster than me all the time, and I notice it every time we go out.

Why didn't you tell me that evil could be so lighthearted?

Epic poems were always best in French. Let's see. "Le troisième enfant dans les vêtements de ses ennemis

Yet without the darkness," said Palin suddenly, "we would never be aware that the stars exist.

Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.

My memory of men is never lit up and illuminated like my memory of women.

Ludi não gosta de pescar, disse ela, mas podíamos ir os dois. Gostava mais de pescar no rio do que no mar, não sei porquê. - Eu também, mas é preciso uma licença para pescar nos rios. Eu também gosto mais dos rios. Talvez porque os rios sejam feitos para as esperas tranquilas, e o mar não.

tarifsiz bir fark, uykunun fark?, onlar? daha birkaç saatliÄŸine birbirinden ay?r?yordu sonra.

de más en más me interesaba el mundo oscuro de la sensación, negra noche donde fulguran y ruedan soles enceguecedores...

Dans ce pays ensoleillé tout était lumineux, sauf l'homme.

Reg?seam peste tot faÈ›a aceea unic?: amalgamam personajele divine, sexele È™i atributele eterne, pe dura Dian? a p?durilor cu melancolicul Bachus, pe vigurosul Hermes al palestrelor cu zeul bivalent al iubirii, dormind cu capul pe un mald?r de flori. Constatam cât de mult seam?n? virilei Atena un tân?r c?zut pe gânduri.

Sólo me diferencio de los muertos en que me está dado asfixiarme todavía un momento más.

La ville sans pitié ignore les crépuscules : le jour noircit d'un seul coup, comme une ampoule brûlée qui ne verse plus de lumière

Roses are red. Blood is too…

Real men don't kiss with the gentleness of a butterfly's wing.

Justo cuando el amor parece ser el tema de moda, el odio hace sonar su trompeta.

everybody has a light and a dark side, and neither can exist without the other.

She was an old woman, but she managed to look like a young woman with a ravaging disease.

So joy can be joy and sorrow can be sorrow, with neither of them casting either light or shadow on the other.

When people have wearied of life in Gilead, when they want another life altogether, they mention Chicago.

The two men, one so huge, one so tiny, left the cemetery together. Terraced gardens girdled the sides of the surrounding mountains with green ribbons, great white rocks gleamed, a tiny red hawk of Sicily rode down toward them on a shaft of sunlight.

Soñaba toda la semana con la salida, pero apenas entraba a su casa se sentía irritado: la abrumadora obsequiosidad de su madre era tan mortificante como el encierro.

It's beautiful, as long as you concentrate on the landscape and the birds, because everything man-made there is ugly.

Ya se sentía bastante jodido aquí, niño, allá ese día además de jodido se había sentido viejísimo.