Quotes About Contrast

Não é mau sujeito, esse teu segundo… Muito ao contrário. Sabe, meu bem, cada vez simpatizo mais com ele… Entre nós dois, tu está muito bem servida. Ele para penas e cuidados, eu para a gente vadiar…

Ele disse que eu era um tolo e não sabia o que era brincar. Eu respondi que tinha uma bicicleta e muito brinquedo. Ele riu e disse que tinha a rua e o cais.

fue una de las raras batallas en que los muertos victoriosos tienen peor entierro que los vencidos

May Heaven exist, even if my place is Hell.

Nuestra especie apenas distingue los sonidos de la agonía y del orgasmo

While a hidden orchestra played funeral marches, the guests were waited on by naked negresses wearing only slippers and stockings in cloth of silver embroidered with tears.

It was still quite motionless and he felt it with his fingers; it was dead. Accustomed, no doubt, to an uneventful existence, to a humble life spent beneath its poor carapace, it had not been able to bear the dazzling splendor thrust upon it, the glittering cope in which it had been garbed, the gems with which its back had been encrusted, like a ciborium.

One can take pride in going as far in crime as a saint in virtue.

There is no doubt; even a rejection can be the shadow of a caress".

La envidia y la emulación parientes dicen que son; aunque en todo diferentes al fin también son parientes el diamante y el carbón.

El eterno contraste de las fuerzas que pujan en las sociedades humanas, se traduce por la lucha entre dos grandes actitudes, que agitan la mentalidad colectiva: el espíritu conservador o rutinario y el espíritu original o de rebeldía.

El hombre de fino carácter es capaz de mostrar encrespamientos sublimes, como el océano; en los temperamentos domesticados todo parece quieta superficie, como en las ciénagas.

Saber que la belleza es el comienzo de lo terrible. Algo que muchos de tus colegas ignoran.

La noche es el espejo de los deformes.

Los placeres profundos son caóticos y destructivos. Y la felicidad de la paz es un disfraz del aburrimiento.

There is nothing touches our imagination so much as a beautiful woman in a plain dress.

What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness.

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.

Out of Dostoevsky: Kafka. Out of Tolstoy: Margaret Mitchell. (in conversation, explaining his dislike for Tolstoy)

This was the calm. I was the storm.

Alice was standing in the gloom, with just the toes of her pointy shoes poking out into the sunlight.

It is hard to find a butterfly in the city environment.

He was laughing. But sad was the impression he gave.

Jefferson appeared to his enemies as an American version of Candide; Hamilton as an American Machiavelli.