Quotes About Contrast

First Barbarian): whats the difference between a lord and a barbarian? (second Barbarian): As little as a week!

Quick! what's the Proust line? – that we're attracted to those people who have qualities we hate in ourselves?

Halfway around the world, Marines were walking into an ambush, in a firefight, or fighting hand-to-hand in a desperate life-and-death struggle. Here we were, laughing and drinking as if none of that was happening, but I knew it was, and I knew what it felt like. I felt ashamed!

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

Most of the time when you laugh, it's because something is amiss - clumsy or wrong or sad - but when you laugh at a kitten, you laugh of pure joy.

She cried because Muffet loved her and because Hyacinth didn't.

Despite what I'd said, I didn't want to see Sparks go dirty. It would be like finding out Santa did side work as a stripper: nothing to be ashamed of, but slightly depressing to watch.

It's kind of like the chicken or the leg," Kate said.

He felt as if he were blooming outward, his heart one of their own roses unfurling in deepest winter, which scared him because...well, roses that bloomed in the winter got frozen in the cold.

It's not that the grass is greener on the other side, it's that you can never be on both sides of the lawn at the same time.

Por que Uri era un árbol, y Viana era humana.

Casi había olvidado el dolor que se siente por dentro cuando es tan evidente que tú y yo no somos iguales.

Nawin: Patética humana Salamandra: Elfa engreída

Sempre hi ha alguna cosa bonica i fascinant en l'horror més pur.

Hey, you know the difference between an porcupine and a Porshe?" She gave him a wary look. "What?" "A porcupine has pricks on the outside.

July, that lovely hell, all velvet dresses and drapes stuffed into a hot little hole.

It is some water lilies and a skull in a decorative pond, and a tiny goldfish swimming like an animated change-purse made of brightness and surprises observing the moment through its empty eye.

There are daisies In the ruined garden, still blooming strangely

Viola had a smile that could make the heavens open. She also had a frown of such scorn, it could send a man straight to hell.

Louise? Oh, you would remember. She doesn't look like anyone else. Her hair is black like Myra's, but perfectly straight like an Oriental's, and she wears it in a Buster Brown.

Loneliness was tricky: a cup filled at one moment with freedom, and the next, with emptiness.

Ellos se limitaban a jugar, tú te desangrabas en el juego.

She settled down in the beanbag, in one hand a cookie and in the other a large green apple. She believed that the healthy attributes of the apple might counteract the bad effects of the cookie. (Ruby Redfort had a lot of theories like this one.)

Not everybody likes bunnies and trees, but everybody likes executive housing complexes.