Quotes About Contrast

occurred. But there was no denying it now, the evidence was all over him. The pleasantly warm flush to his normally sallow cheeks; the relaxed, almost rubbery way he leaned against the window—a stark contrast to his usual calcified, if slightly hunched posture; and most important

An inner darkness is darker than an outer darkness.

And, it helped that Anna was as warm and outgoing as I was shy and inward looking.

Rick was brash, with strong opinions, and sometimes outrageously funny, in contrast with the calm and understated Mark Gertler.

but that was hardly a fair comparison.

In contrast to Lina, Masia was warm and outgoing—everything a boy could want in a grandmother.

In a world of travail and cheap wine the ridiculous becomes sublime

Heaven has the better climate, but hell has the better company.

Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, [Los Angeles] is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.

Din cas? se ivi un tân?r, statuie din cel mai preÅ£ios lut omenesc, gingaÅŸ, drept, cu capul neclintit, cu ochii pironiÅ£i în orbite ÅŸi încremeniÅ£i, ca niÅŸte lentile expuse într-o vitrin?. Chipul îi p?rea de fildeÅŸ, conturându-se cu fineÅ£e; dar, cu toate c? tenul îi era suav ca de fecioar?, era b?rb?tesc în mare m?sur? […]

aceite juntó su pringosa suavidad con la acritud astringente del vino, y batidos y juntados sellaron el pacto, cuando los dedos gordezuelos de Nazaria vendaban aquella frente merecedora del yugo para tirar de un arado.

Palabras hermosas realidad prosaica y miserable. Los ciegos serían felices en este país, que para la lengua es paraíso y para los ojos infierno.

La boca de la Nela, estéticamente hablando, era desabrida, fea; pero quizás podía merecer elogios, aplicándole el verso de Polo de Medina: «es tan linda su boca que no pide».

Los ciegos serían felices en este país, que para la lengua es paraíso y para los ojos infierno.

Para el que posee ese reino desconocido de la luz, estas galerías deben de ser tristes; pero yo, que vivo en tinieblas, hallo aquí cierta conformidad de la tierra con mi propio ser.

How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence.

Humans build square, Quirke thought, nature in the round.

He watched her as she held the door for Maggie to pass through with the soup. Her hair was the color of rain-wet wheat. He had chosen her sister, Delia Crawford; Delia the dark one; Delia who died.

La variété, c'est la vie, l'uniformité, c'est la mort." [ De l'esprit de conquête et de l'usurpation dans leur rapports avec la civilisation européenne (1914)]

How fair is a garden amid the toils and passions of existence

Two nations; between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other's habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets; who are formed by a different breeding, are fed by a different food, are ordered by different manners, and are not governed by the same laws . . . . THE RICH AND THE POOR.

An English revolution is at least a solemn sacrifice: a French revolution is an indecent massacre.

Beauty and folly are old companions.

Pride breakfasted with Plenty Dined with poverty Supped with Infamy.