Quotes About Contrast

Under all this dirt the floor is really very clean." Lydia Davis

She, always dressed in gray, gentle yet stern, childlike yet mature, sweet yet uncompromising . . . the woman from Poland.

The snow on their faces is so white that how the white patches on their faces, which once looked so white against their black, are a shade of yellow.

Under all this dirt the floor is really very clean.

O relâmpago a iluminara e a devolvera à escuridão, lá onde também estavam os outros.

Tão lúcida quando fala mas quando escreve fica tão sentimental, oh, a lua, o lago.

Mais tarde descobri que não gosta nem de poesia nem de música. Ainda assim, liguei o toca-discos e dei-lhe os patrícios, Bethânia, Caetano. E se não dei televisão é porque acho aquilo o fim. Embora esteja pensando numa mas só para ver os filmes antigos. E os longas-metragens de vampiros e monstros.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.

It is doubtful if even experience of riches and success is as intense among those who have experienced nothing else as among those who have also experienced poverty and failure. There is little romance in wealth to those who have been born wealthy and whose families have been wealthy for generations.

It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf.

It makes all the difference whether you hear an insect in the bedroom or in the garden. In the garden the voice of the insect soothes; in the bedroom it irritates. In the garden it is the hum of spring; in the bedroom it seems to belong to the same school of music as the buzz of the dentist's drill or the saw-mill.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

Le spine della rosa sono nacoste dal fiore: the thorns of the rose are hidden by the bloom.

In spite of Mr. Poe's fame, the pair made me feel out of sorts, and sad. In one of the busiest cities in the world, they seemed to exist on a bleak island of their own making, their backs turned against the social tide lapping at the battered door.

Then again, I don't suppose the very poor care much about the doings of the rich, either. The gulf is too wide. Not many have been on both sides of it, as we have.

In daylight, silence is louder and angrier than at any other time. There are no sweet measures of silence such as night's stars, or evening's sunset, or morning's growing light. There is only bright, hard silence and it sounds louder than drums.

How could a woman who was that beautiful, who smelled that good, who had such perfectly lovely teeth and bright eyes, be so thoroughly, completely, entirely, stark raving mad?" ~ Robert Cameron

The bayou certainly has a wild beauty of its own, although it is undoubtedly hostile to man," Richard Duvall mused. "But then, many things that are quite beautiful are hostile to man." "Like women?" Shiloh suggested.

You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious.

She felt uncomfortably warm in her pink snakeskin jacket. The wooden platforms with the neon-green straps and rhinestones were already starting to cramp her toes.

There was no bombing of the U.S. mainland, no civilian casualties, no destruction of millions of homes. Indeed, while the standard of living plummeted for the vast majority of Britons during the war, many if not most Americans lived better than ever before.

Nothing is as horrendous as imagining the times of happiness from an environment which is that of hell.

I picture myself standing between two boxes. From one the stench is unbearably brutal, bellowing out dark wisps of death. And the other box is full of white lilies. Their angelic blooms are fully stretched and sending out perfume, sweet and pure. A box of bitterness. A box of grace.

One of the biggest differences between humans and trees is simply that humans burn trees.