Quotes About Contrast

It isn't hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.

The world pauses for royalty and deformity alike, and sometimes one can't tell the difference.

The eye is always drawn to light, but shadows have more to say.

How like a spoon with a razor edge is human edge.

Noon is a disguise of whiteness put on by the eternal Night behind it.

And that aroma of sex … soft baby asparagus cut with a weak solution of Clorox.

What's the different between a shooting star and a falling house? One which is propitious grants delicious wishes, the other which is vicious squishes witches.

You're in the finest hands. He's a very capable soldier." "He is an old man with a white beard." "He is a young man inside, and strong.

Novelist Jean Rhys observed, "One is born either to go with or to go against.

He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. Having fallen so far from so high a position, he loved anything that had also fallen from a great height

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

She loved the sea only for its storms, and greenery only when it was scattered among ruins.

Irony takes nothing away from pathos.

Not a lawyer but carries within him the debris of a poet.

But that which most attracts the eye is opposite the Lion d'Or inn, the chemist's shop of Monsieur Homais. In the evening especially its argand lamp is lit up and the red and green jars that embellish his shop-front throw far across the street their two streams of colour; then across them as if in Bengal lights is seen the shadow of the chemist leaning over his desk.

Abituata alla tranquillità, desiderava per contrasto tutto ciò che era movimentato. Amava il mare soltanto per le sue tempeste, e la vegetazione soltanto se cresceva a stento e rada in mezzo alle rovine.

This is indeed a funny country. Yesterday, for example, we were in a cafe which is one of the best in Cairo, and there were, at the same time as ourselves, inside, a donkey shitting, and a gentleman who was pissing in a corner. No one finds that odd; no one says anything.

Those who were beginning to grow old had an air of youth, while there was something mature in the faces of the young.

She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by ruins.

Van zee hield zij alleen vanwege de stormen, en van gras uitsluitend als het schaars opschoot tussen de ruïnes.

There was no fire in the fireplace, the clock was still ticking, and Emma felt vaguely amazed that all those things should be so calm when there was such turmoil inside her.

Accustomed to the tranquil side of nature, she sought the dramatic in its stead. She loved the sea only for its storms, and the green grass only when it grew in patches among ruins.

Accustomed to the peaceful, she turned in reaction to the picturesque. She loved the sea only for its storms, green foliage only when it was scattered amid ruins.

She was at least seventy, tall, withered, and angular, with white hair arranged in old-fashioned sausage curls on her temples. She was dressed in the quaint and clumsy style of the wandering Englishwoman, like a person to whom clothes were a matter of complete indifference; she was eating an omelette and drinking water.