Quotes About Contrast

What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

Soft, pretty things don't belong in a dead zone.

Despite the starvation and the hard work, some of the prisoners realized that life in Australia was actually better than life back in England. In England, they had been beggars with no way to get land of their own.

One person's weed is another person's wildflower.

She give me honey to make my voice sweet, but there never were a sweetness in me. I prefer a taste of rot.

Every window in Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco.

D??ar?da Var olan içimizde var olan?n aynas?ndan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir. Ä°çimize çöplük muamelesi yaparken, çevremizdeki dünyan?n mucizevi bir ÅŸekilde bahçeye dönüÅŸmesini bekleyemeyiz.

S? v?ng m?t c?a cô bé hoá ra càng khi?n s? hi?n di?n c?a cô càng l?n h?n trong Ernest, nh? m?t cái h? mà ng??i ta ph?i ?i vòng ?? không b? ngã, song ng??i ta ngh? t?i cái h? ?ó nhi?u t?i m?c ng??i ta v?n b? ngã xu?ng ?ó

You're the very nicest jerk I know.

Fire beats roses again.

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.

In District 12, looking old is something of an achievement since so many people die early. You see an elderly person, you want to congratulate them on their longevity, ask the secret of survival. A plump person is envied because they aren't scraping by like the majority of us. But here is different. Wrinkles aren't desirable. A round belly isn't a sign of success.

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.

It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.

I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks.

Tienes tanto encanto como una babosa muerta.

The place did kind of resemble a locker room if locker rooms were gorgeous and smelled good.

Bueno, la vida tiene un lado feo y oscuro, pero también otro soleado y puro.

Slowly, I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. I arbitrarily punch buttons on the control board and end up hopping from foot to foot as alternating jets of icy cold and steaming hot water assault me. Then I'm deluged in lemony foam that I have to scrape off with a heavy bristled brush. Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Neste momento tens tanto encanto como uma lesma morta.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?

I am right in front of him, my hand resting on the screen. I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony of torture. There is nothing. Peeta looks healthy to the point of robustness. His skin is glowing, flawless, in that full-body-polish way. His manner's composed, serious. I can't reconcile this image with the battered, bleeding boy who haunts my dreams.

One man in a fluffy robe holds only an overripe banana.