Quotes About Contrast

Night from a railroad car window is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light.

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.

The blood of roses, splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

Don't you feel like a little glass of rum? It's Cuban, like all the good stuff that kills you.

What I'm searching for is the opposite of an intellectual, in other words, someone intelligent.

Time plays for the other team.

Podría pintar mil años -murmuró Salvat en su lecho de muerte- y no cambiaría un ápice la barbarie, la ignorancia y la bestialidad de los hombres. La belleza es un soplo contra el viento de la realidad.

Whether we realize it or not, most of us define ourselves by opposing rather than by favoring something or someone.

Despite his aggressive looks, Tomás was a peaceful and good-hearted person whose appearance discouraged confrontations.

Fumul albastru al È›ig?rii îi înv?luia chipul. Buzele îi str?luceau stacojii, umede, sângerând urme pe filtrul pe care-l È›inea între ar?t?tor ÅŸi inelar.

What have you got against umbrellas, Daniel?' 'What could be more beautiful than the rain, Don Federico?' 'Pneumonia.

Las estadísticas lo demuestran: más gente muere en la cama que en la trinchera.

Sinto a falta de um vilão.A maioria de nós,quer tenhamos consciência disso,quer não,defini-se por oposição a alguma coisa ou a alguém.É mais fácil reagir do que agir,por assim dizer.

He was discomfited to see how easily men (and women as well) stepped from the train to station platform, from platform to train – with ease, with levity, laughing and talking and greeting each other as though oblivious to the abrupt geographical shifts they were making, and disrespectful of the distance and differences they entered. Many were hatless, their clothes brightly colored. The cases they carried appeared, from the way they handled them, to be feather-light.

Despair did not suit her looks. Goodness cannot cope with badness—it's too good, you see, too stupidly good.

Last time she had been here, the room had been pastel, romantic and soft. Now it was icily white. It was urban, out of a slick magazine, as if some cold, successful woman lived here with two possessions and an empty refrigerator.

Great Granny Webster seemed to hate colours. Almost everything she owned was either black or dark brown.

They'll tell you they love you like stars in the West But along comes corn whiskey; they love it the best. Go

Potato. Pa-taw-toe. Ain't much difference

That's weird," she said. "If I stand right here and don't look over my shoulder, it's kind of scary looking. If I turn around, all is happiness and sunshine." "Kind of like life, ain't it?" Elijah opened the truck door for her. "It all depends on what way you're lookin'—backward or forward.

When he smiled his teeth looked like a picket fence that a tornado had wrecked.

So tell us, Oscar, how the hell could you survive life in that giant Gap ad aka San Fran? It's so lily-white and boring there, the place is, like, covered in chinos.

A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.