Quotes About Contrast

los dramáticos contrastes de un país donde los trabajadores viven amontonados en un cuarto y sólo tienen derecho a comprar dos vestidos al año, mientras engordan con la satisfacción de saber que un proyectil soviético ha llegado a la luna»

de fraternidad enemiga, de vecindad áspera (como la del olor de los limones y de la carroña humana en Jaffa), lo que hechiza a Flaubert.

Evocaba el sol, la luz blanca que bañaba todo el año las calles de la ciudad y las conservaba tibias, acogedoras, la excitación de los domingos, los paseos a Eten, la arena amarilla que abrasaba, el purísimo cielo azul. Levantaba la vista: nubes grises por todos partes, ni un punto claro. Regresaba a su casa, caminando despacio, arrastrando los pies como viejo.

He chose you because a plain setting makes the diamond sparkle brighter.

somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it flushed with a warmth and sad beauty I'd never noticed before.

cuando entré en su habitación estaba llorando... No pertenecíamos a la misma clase social, pero al menos estabamos en la misma cama

When I went back to her room she was crying. We were not in the same social class but at least we were in the same bed.

He knew the sound of an AK-47. It made a high-pitched, more mechanical crack than the American rifle, the M16, which made a deeper, rounder sort of pop.

Both had white hair but still looked hale.

Into the paradise of euphony, the good poet must introduce hell. Broken paradises are the only kind worth reading.

One man's fish is another man's poisson.

It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silcence but not empty.

Ray was disappointed by the (Millenium) wheel. Too well engineered, he said. He wanted the wind in his hair and a rusty handrail and the faint pssibility that the whole structure might collapse.

Sometimes love is taken away unjustly, but not until the very end do you stop believing and then it is very bitter. It is bitter because somewhere within you the perfect standard still lives, the pure expectation against which failure and betrayal are contrasted like the dark shadows on a moonlit road.

lies and truth are very close, and that something beautiful rests between.

A young girl, a frailty, simple and true, who had been unable to stand up from the piano and had had to be carried; a girl half his age; a girl who could not shoot a gun, had never been in an oyster house, atop a tower, or under the wharves; a girl hotter always than noon in August; a girl who knew nothing; had thrown him so hard that he would be out of breath forever.

As powerful a figure as this man was, still, he was more vulnerable than the slight little girl next to Alessandro. Even Alessandro knew, even at this moment, that the world had worn down the attorney Giuliani in ways that his son simply could not understand. The little ones, the delicate ones of nine or eleven, had all the strength, really.

Sometime love is taken away unjustly, but not until the very end do you stop believing, and then it is very bitter. It is bitter because somewhere within you the perfect standard still lives, the pure expectation against which failure and betrayal are contrasted like the dark shadows on a moonlit road.

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Ella era una mezcla entre John Rambo y Polly Pocket; Dakota Fanning cruzada con Death Wish 4.

The eye can see what we have in common or focus on what keeps us apart. And the heart can feel what joins us with everything or replay its many cuts. And the tongue can praise the wind or warn against the storm, can praise the sea or dread the flood.

It is hard to understand how the same tree could thrive both choking along Pittsburgh's Penn Avenue and slogging knee-deep in Tinker Creek. Of course, come to think of it, I've done the same thing myself.

J'ai glissé dans cette moitié du monde pour laquelle l'autre n'est qu'un décor.

One heck of a middle C today. Felt like I was gorging on a chocolate eclair. Kaiser none too pleased - after all, I'm a soprano. Sopranos don't sing in chocolate.