Quotes About Contrast

From a distance, the solid ground of marriage has a way of looking mundane and exotic at the same time.

My heart is made of snow but yours is made of suns and when you took me in your arms you melted all earths guns.

My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.

Xavier wasn't put on the earth to witness the bad htings like Jules and I were. He had been put here to notice lovely things, things that God had created and no one had any complaints about. Leaves turning red in the autumn. How when the tide goes out, the shells are left on the shore. I was put here - Jules and I were both put here - to see sadder things. We had to stand in the rain and explain why the world was a lovely place.

The woman in red was surrounded by the crowd and she was alone. It was utterly public but intensely private.

Bello como el encuentro fortruito de una máquina de coser y un paraguas en una mesa de disección.

Vociferation and calmness of character seldom meet in the same person.

The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest night.

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

Will asked Miss Beasley what kind of man Glendon Dinsmore had been and she answered, as different from you as air is from earth. He asked which he was, air or earth? She laughed and said, "That's what I like about you—you really don't know.

I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes -- those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests.

It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

I have seen the Virgin in an appletree at Chartres And Saint Joan burn at the Bella Union. I have seen giraffes in junglejims their necks like love wound around the iron circumstances of the world. I have seen the Venus Aphrodite armless in her drafty corridor. I have heard a siren sing at One Fifth Avenue. I have seen the White Goddess dancing in the Rue des Beaux Arts on the Fourteenth of July and the Beautiful Dame Without Mercy picking her nose in Chumley's.

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

El contraste, por lo tanto, no se establecía solo con la fuerza bruta, sino también con la imprudencia de todos aquellos que no eran capaces de captar las señales de peligro y que eran incapaces de pensar en las posibles consecuencias de sus actos.

If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong

I stood up to take some air outside. The stars were brilliant that night, and the cicadas were crying in endless song. If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong?

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe.

A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe.

A cast-iron stove overflowing with decoration costs less than a plain one; amidst the surging leaf patterns flaws in the casting cannot be seen.

It is yin and yang. Light is the left hand of darkness ... how did it go? Light, dark. Fear, courage. Cold, warmth. Female, male. It is yourself ... both and one. A shadow on snow.

Most civilisations, perhaps, look shinier in general terms and from several light-years away.

If her mind has a glittery radiance, mine is dark and loamy, preternaturally attuned to sorrow.