Quotes About Contrast

How I abhor the cold, damp months of winter. Yet without them, we would probably not appreciate the warmth of spring." She chuckled softly. "But then, I suppose that's the beauty of any hardship—it brings greater appreciation for the pleasant times.

Miss Smith was not a nice person, but the bed she put us in was soft and clean, with smooth thin blankets and warm thicker ones.

The sound of silence is muted and unheard, music is quite the opposite.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss?

The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world would be without the songs of both birds. —Miss Kanagawa

Berglund was certainly aware of the fact that there were two cities, two Uppsalas: Oskar's and the skånkarna's, with their academic degrees. You didn't hear people talk about it much anymore, but you still felt the effects of this division.

Never forget: we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.

Just beyond the gate, a neat yellow hole— someone pissed in the snow

In this world we walk on the roof of hell, gazing at flowers

Non scordare: noi camminiamo sopra l'inferno, guardando i fiori.

Mondo di sofferenza: eppure i ciliegi sono in fiore!

When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet...When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world...

So beautiful... I can see hell.

And though this encounter took place against an African sky, our brief enchantment symbolized the new world's greatest taboo - the hand of a very black man caressing the face of the blackest woman, with no shred of light entering into it, utter darkness alone representing God (71).

Compare el centro antiguo de cualquier ciudad de Europa con sus modernos suburbios que proliferan por el campo. A continuación, compare la sección histológica de un tejido orgánico sano con la de un tumor maligno ¡Encontraremos analogías sorprendentes!

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that

Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.

Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago--and then tossed his violin into the trash.

Her unusual dark hair and sultry eyes made her stand out--- Anne Boleyn was Tudor England's Angelina Jolie amid a sea of Reese Witherspoons.

Funny thing about prom; no one ever had as much fun as they were supposed to.

the stars were most brilliant against the darkest sky. Their infertility was the darkness, making every happy moment all the more brilliant for it.

Just as I felt the warmth of darkness, I could feel the cool breeze of divnity

Just as I'd felt the warmth of darkness, I could feel the cool breeze of divinity.

The main thing I sense is...darkness." As soon as the words were out I realized how awful they sounded, so I rushed to clarify, "But it's not a bad darkness. It's more like a warm-summer-night kind of darkenss, not the monster-under-the-bed kind of darkness.