Quotes About Contrast

The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches.

Even when natural weather is good, human weather is bad.

Qué eran, para un hombre de sesenta y siete años junto a una muchacha de una sola noche, la inteligencia, la cultura, la barbarie?

Haiku are tiny seventeen-syllable poems that seek to convey a sudden awareness of beauty by a mating of opposite or incongruous terms.

It would be odd to explain, now that he had come to the house, that for an old man who was no longer a man, to keep company with a girl who had been put to sleep was "not a human relationship.

Por qué florecía aquel loto en medio de una hoguera? ¿Por qué no se marchitaba?

Her kimono stood out from her neck,and her back and shoulders were like a white fan spread under it. There was something sad about the full flesh under that white powder. It suggested a woolen cloth,and again it suggested the pelt of some animal.

Una de las muchachas era hermosa. Llevaba un bulto envuelto en un pañuelo con un diseño blanco de mil grullas sobre un fondo rosado de crespón

But could there be anything uglier than an old man lying the night through beside a girl put to sleep, unwaking? Had he not come to this house seeking the ultimate in the ugliness of old age?

A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.

Lo similar se atrae, los opuestos se repelen.

His Holiness the Abbot is shitting in the withered fields

What could be poetic in a pigsty enveloped in so many curses?

For a dark stream bottom, use a dark fly; for a light stream bottom, use a light fly.

I didn't understand yet that the beauty was part of the boredom.

Blimey, thought Kelvin, what an eye-to-face ratio. When you want to say something delicate, you don't want that eye-to-face ration staring up at you. Big eyes, like a child's or a baby seal's; the physiognomy of innocence--looking at Archie Jones is like looking at something that expects to be clubbed round the head any second.

Life is complex, conceptually dominated by binaries but never wholly contained by them.

On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions, the man breathes.

The shit is *not* the shit (this was Mo's mantra,) the *pigeon* is the shit.

But like all things, the business has two sides. Clean white teeth are not always wise, now are they? Par exemplum: when I was in the Congo, the only way I could identify the nigger was by the whiteness of his teeth, if you see what I mean. Horrid business. Dark as buggery, it was. And they died because of it, you see? Poor bastards. Or rather I survived, to look at it in another way, do you see?

Why is it that everyone from your school is a criminal crackhead? - Why's everyone from yours a Tory minister?

So Ryan was red as a beetroot. And Clara was black as yer boot

did not at first give vague disappointment, a confounding of reality, a disenchantment of contrast with what the mind had conceived.

I've seen runnin' molasses that was quicker 'n him.