Quotes About Contrast

The funniest people are the saddest ones

Hawks and eagles don't fly together. They are of totally different kind.

It is a passing strange, George said. In the summer, I complained about the heat. I remember it was unbearable, but the memory no longer seems truly real. With the white ground and frost in the air, I convince myself I would give anything to sweat once more - and if I did, I do not doubt I would yearn to return to this cold. Man is a fickle creature, Richard.

Our life is just a bird, which flies into illuminated window, and then flies away, again, into the darkness

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

while daisies burn like stars on the darkened hill.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

Babette looked too good for the place tonight, but then goodness is only relative after all ("Steps Going Up" aka "Guillotine" aka "Men Must Die")

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")

There's an innocuous explanation for everything. Everything is a coin that has two sides to it, and one side is innocuous but the other can be ominous. ("New York Blues")

The minister spoke in a well-modulated voice. Then we joined in singing. I could not help but make comparisons: the dirty prison dormitory, infection-ridden and filthy, the beds full of lice, and now this. Clean sheets and pillow cases and a spotless floor. The hoarse voices of the slave drivers and the mature, melodious voice of the minister. Only the singing was the same, for we had sung at Ravensbruck. Singing was one of the ways we kept up our courage.

The day before, everything had been normal—boring, even. It's hard to comprehend how fantastic normality can be until . .

Deep blackness waits outside; a veiled inferno it attempts to hide. We see no more than dark clouds growing, but set inside, a fire is glowing.

Unstrained, I sit and gaze, glare, survey, stare through barred windows encased in embroidered steel. Pearly frosted dust obstructs the channels of light, leaving only small pillars of fire, arranged in disordered fragments. The antiquated sallow walls are stained with crimson braids that wreathe and scuttle about the rimes and rifts.

disarray, but nothing like the ones downstairs.

Mother looked really wolfbait in rose.

The elephants are dancing on the graves of squeeling mice.

I want to know, have you ever seen rain comin down on a sunny day?

And now that its ruby eyes are set into the gold, you cannot see their tear-shape, so they seem to be laughing rather than crying. It is a constant reminder to me of the human ability to create something beautiful even when things are at the darkest.

Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.

The salesmen bought me perfume and invited me to lunch. But they couldn't talk to me about why families of guajiros slept in the city's parks under flashing Coca-Cola signs. Those men only murmured sweet nonsense to me, trying in vain to flatter me.

English was such a dense, tight language. So many hard letters, like miniature walls. Not open with vowels the way Spanish was. Our throats open, our mouths open, our hearts open. In English, the sounds were closed. They thudded to the floor. And yet, there was something magnificent about it.

Llegó a Roma española, católica, virgen y rica y se va francesa, atea, puta y mendiga. Sobre Cristina de Suecia

La naturaleza es más barroca; siempre le sobra o le falta algo, como al elefante o a la jirafa.