Quotes About Contrast

Like most misery, it started out with apparent happiness. - The Book Thief

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Her wrinkles were like slander. Her voice was akin to a beating with a stick.

I only know it would have been nice to be making love instead of attempting murder.

I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.

Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera

I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both.

Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.

There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.

For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

Suzanne trabaja media jornada. Odia a su padre. Y se odia a sí misma por no plantarle cara. Se lamenta de todo. —Pero adoro a Melinda —dice—. Es el toque de belleza en medio de tanta fealdad.

La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. Clearly

the dark, the light. What's the difference

Another noteworthy point is that the first was stolen from snow and the second from fire.

I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both

Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera.

Singurul lucru mai r?u decât un b?iat care te urâÅŸte.Un b?iat care te iubeÅŸte.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.

Descarada y alegre, una trilogía de felicidad avanzaría con el verano y se adentraría en el otoño. Sin embargo, algo le pondría un brusco final. La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

Not that it was a living hell. It wasn't. But it sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.

siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.

Le cÅ"ur humain est une ligne, tandis que le mien est un cercle, et j'ai la capacité infinie de me trouver au bon moment au bon endroit. En conséquence, je trouve toujours des humains au meilleur et au pire d'eux-mêmes. Je vois leur beauté et leur laideur, et je me demande comment une même chose peut réunir l'une et l'autre. Reste que je les envie sur un point. Les humains ont au moins l'intelligence de mourir.