Quotes About Contrast

In the drawer of the old piece of furniture which stood just at the right hand of his own arm-chair there were various books hidden away, which he was sometimes ashamed to have seen by his clients, — poetry and novels and even fairy tales. For there was nothing Mr. Wharton could not read in his chambers, though there was nothing that he could read in his own house.

To her the butterflies of the world had been all in all, and the working bees had been a tribe apart with which she was no more called upon to mix than is my lady's spaniel with the kennel hounds. But

and had come to regard the unevenness of her life, vacillating between knocks and knick-knacks, with a blow one day and a jewel the next, as the condition of things which was natural to her.

Nuns evidently did not evoke the same primitive angry dread as monks.

Pues mi ser es bello pero espantoso. Y sólo es bello porque es espantoso.

Comprendí que la luz del sol es despiadada, son las sombras las que nos protegen

Love hate-are they really that different?

It was very dark in there. The air smelled stagnant and sweaty and the drinks were so strong they fumed. But the women were magnificent, like enormous birds: feathery false eyelashes fluttering, tight, shiny dresses in peacock blue and canary yellow, the dim light reflecting off their sequins. Mayita and I stood out. We were puny, dressed in jeans and drab sweaters, little pigeons.

The blood of a goat will shatter a diamond.

A straight nose is the most beautiful, but one that deviates from being straight and tends toward being hooked or snub can nevertheless still be beautiful to look at. Yet if it is tightened still more toward the extreme, [25] the part will first be thrown out of due proportion, and in the end it will cease to look like a nose at all, because it has too much of one and too little of the other of these opposites.

we're gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.

Humor was the enemy of desire.

It's odd. Sol Invictus—he's such a contrast to the cool thinking of the theists.

His Ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.

But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

Streams may spring from one source and yet some may be clear and some be foul.

Pero el amor es una cosa emocional y todo lo que es emocional se opone a ese frío razonamiento que me parece la cualidad más importante del hombre y que antepongo a lo demás

In rapid succession we passed through the fringe of fashionable London, hotel London, theatrical London, literary London, commercial London, and, finally, maritime London, till we came to a riverside city of a hundred thousand souls, where the tenement houses swelter and reek with the outcasts of Europe.

They say words more empty than the wind, she said. 'Tis nothing, love. Nothing, and less than nothing. The wind is nothing yet powerful, he said.

He had the complexion, lightly webbed, of outdoor living and indoor drinking, and was a high, handsome man who might have been cruel.

I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes–-the left–-saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green; perhaps one eye was for daylight and the other was for night. If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented.

whatever planned to be colorful lost its heart quickly in the village.

the false glorious promises of spring were everywhere, showing oddly through the village grime.

Beneath the trees it was not dark as a room is dark when the lights are put out, the artificial darkness which comes when an artificial light is gone; it was the deep natural darkness which comes with a forsaking of natural light.