Quotes About Contrast

With so much sky and so much river, you couldn't help seeing the big picture. It was what you already knew, but crowding into the subway or rushing to a movie, you only saw it for a second, and close up. Now I took a good long look. I'd always heard you couldn't see stars in Manhattan because of all the lights. But here they all were. Here was my night in shining armor.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

Im summer - in spring, even - it is impossible to believe in November. Snow you can picture, picture-postcard style, but the sodden, rotting tangle where the brazen nettles were, the once-secret nest now stark in the bare branches and above all the sheer dead silence of the sky - these things are unimaginable for the rest of the year.

You wouldn't be able to appreciate the happy time if you didn't sometimes experience sad times as well.

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?

You say potato; I say potahto...' 'I say integrity; you say deceit.

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and memory were but a blink from death.

Mikketz The beginning of our Sidra, which tells in what appears to be excessive detail of the two dreams of Pharaoh, invites a number of questions. Why are these dreams recounted in the Torah at such length? What can we learn from the differences between Pharaoh's dreams and the dreams of Joseph in last week's Sidra? Do they characterize some fundamental contrast between the worlds which Joseph and Pharaoh represent? And if so, what is the implication for us?

I have realized that for those who live in the West, freedom is so often something they take for granted. It has always been there for them. It is their unnoticed, unrecognized, constant companion and friend. But for those of us who come from countries like Sudan, freedom is wonderful and precious.

I da ?e on biti sre?an da upozna djevojku tako tužnih o?iju koja, da, da, kada se smeje o?i su joj još tužnije.

They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair—no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.

What's astonishing is the gulf between what we expect to find and what we find when we actually look.

Back there our sun doesn't speak. -Where's "there," Miss Marta? -Back there, in Europe. Here, it's different. Here, the sun moans, whispers, shouts. -Surely-I commented delicately-the sun is always the same. - You're wrong. There, the sun is a stone. Here it's a fruit.

O sabor do beijo resvala entre o lábio e dente, entre vida e morte. Lâmina e veludo, qual dos dois no beijo a gente toca? Asfixiação boca-a-boca: isso é o beijo.

onde a noite mais escurece é em volta do pirilampo.

One's a dog-eat-dog world, and the other one's just the opposite.

Living as a richer person among the poor is very stressful

Not even the Swedes would put camembert and Tandoori sauce in a burger.

Even Puck, who could usually be counted on to fart during dinner, was oddly quiet.

I'm every bourgeois nightmare - a Cockney with intelligence and a million dollars.

With great profundity I note the pleasure one gets or takes in pushing wheeled objects, as opposed to the depression involved in pulling them.

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.

Pleasure and shame. Shame and pleasure. These were the world's currencies. And it paid out both in equal measure.