Quotes About Contrast

Juliana's a year older than me, but she sometimes seems younger - mostly because she's the opposite of cynical and I'm the opposite of the opposite of cynical.

not-so-grand metropolis of Portland.

Are we fruit of the same tree? No - Angela is everything I wanted to be and never was. What is she? She's the waves of the sea. While I'm the dense and gloomy forest. I'm in the depths. Angela scatters in sparkling fragments. Angela is my vertigo. Angela is my reverberation.

Macabéa had a passion for horror films and musicals. She especially liked films where the women were hanged or shot through the heart with a bullet. It never dawned on her that she herself was a suicide case even though she had never contemplated killing herself. Her life was duller than plain bread and butter.

Mi dedico alla nostalgia della mia antica povertà, quando tutto era più sobrio e più degno, e io non avevo ancora mangiato aragoste.

Everything struck her at times as too precious, impossible to touch. And, at times, what people used as air to breathe, was weight and death for her.

What Angela writes can be read aloud: her words are voluptuous and give physical pleasure. I am geometric, Angela is a spiral, all finesse. She is intuitive, I am logical. She is not afraid to err in the use of words. And I do not err. I am well aware that she is the succulent grape and I am the raisin.

Eu escrevo à meia-noite porque sou escuro. Ângela escreve de dia porque é quase sempre luz alegre.

The room was the opposite of what I'd created in my home, the opposite of the soft beauty I'd made from my talent for arrangement, my talent for living, the opposite of my serene irony, of my sweet and absentminded irony: it was a violation of my quotation marks, the quotation marks that made me a citation of myself. The room was the portrait of an empty stomach.

There were two ways of looking at it: imagining that it was far away and big, in the first place; in the second, that it was small and near. But at any rate, a stupid, hard, brown mountain. How she hated nature sometimes.

Porque o tédio é de uma felicidade primária demais! E é por isso que me é intolerável o paraíso. E eu não quero o paraíso, tenho saudade do inferno! Não estou à altura de ficar no paraíso porque o paraíso não tem gosto humano!

Are we fruit of the same tree? No — Angela is everything I wanted to be and never was. What is she? She's the waves of the sea. While I'm the dense and gloomy forest. I'm in the depths. Angela scatters in sparkling fragments. Angela is my vertigo.

Because a world fully alive has the power of a Hell.

We don't know the value of darkness until we have destroyed it.

Stupidity is infinitely more fascinating that intelligence. Intelligence has its limits while stupidity has none.

Give them all the contextualization and whatnot you like – they're still chalk and cheese.

Zora Neale Hurston's "I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.

Behind every reflection is a shadow. But behind any shadow, there is no reflection.

I knew what she was, and it made no difference at all. She was hard, as ruthless as she was beautiful, as brittle as bone china.

They say marriages are made in heaven. But so is thunder and lightning

She was good at playing abstract confusion in the same way that a midget is good at being short.

Stefan George: "He looks like an old woman who looks like an old man.

If I no longer know that my redeemer liveth, I know that he speaketh not like Tony Blair.

Australia is all that and more, and Argentina, after yet another implosion of the civil order, is once again none of it and less.