Quotes About Contrast

No colour comes after black.

The bird which has no knowledge of pure water, has his beak in salt water all year round.

If you want to know what he's like — reverse what his opponents say.

Presence and Absence A certain person may have, as you say, a wonderful presence: I do not know. What I do know is that he has a perfectly delightful absence.

Ningún color viene después del negro.

Sobras Las sobras de la comida del emir son mayores que los presentes de halwa (dulces) del mercader. Timur Fazil

The bowl is warmer than the soup.

El tazón está más caliente que la sopa.

Presencia y Ausencia Cierta persona puede tener, como dices, una maravillosa presencia; no lo sé. Lo que sí sé es que tiene una ausencia perfectamente encantadora

Serious things cannot be understood without humorous things Nor opposites without opposites.

Las cosas serias no se pueden entender sin las cosas humorísticas; ni los opuestos sin opuestos.

It's really funny because the same people who loved me as Stringer Bell were the same people that were watching 'Daddy's Little Girls' literally in tears.

Y a veces (¡qué difícil reconocerlo!) nada está tan cerca del bien como el mal.

Precisamente "rondar las cosas por el otro lado" es lo que diferencia al poeta del científico o del político, quienes, por el contrario, prefieren tenerlas siempre de frente, muy de frente.

In the darkness, even love will become hate

What's green and blue and yellow and black? A burnt peacock.

The Outsider is always unhappy, but he is the agent that ensures happiness for millions of 'Insiders'.

There isn't and never has been one America, but rather several Americas.

Everything was fabulous, even our breakdowns.

it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.

Call humanity what it is; an imperfection amongst perfection.

The right way and the easiest are two entirely different paths.

the association of two, or more, apparently alien elements on a plane alien to both is the most potent ignition of poetry.

Une fois dehors, il aperçoit dans les airs une forme noirâtre, aux ailes brûlées, qui dirige péniblement son vol vers les régions du ciel. Ils se regardent tous les deux, pendant que l'ange monte vers les hau-teurs sereines du bien, et que lui, Maldoror, au contraire, descend vers les abimes vertigineux du mal...