Quotes About Contrast

Why did the world go on being so beautiful in spite of the ugliness he had experienced? The lake was beautiful, serenely beautiful. The forest was beautiful, greenly beautiful. Lake and forest, the whole shimmering world was painfully beautiful. He loved this world, but he was too hurt to enjoy it.

Life was...sad. And yet it was beautiful. The beauty was dimmed when the sadness welled up. And the beauty would be there again when the sadness went. So the beauty and the sadness belonged together somehow, though they were not the same at all.

No Ocidente estamos todos mal habituados. É uma das coisas boas que tem vir para a Índia, temos de enfrentar tantas coisas horríveis que desenvolvemos uma certa imunidade em relação a elas.

Hollywood is a sewer with service from the Ritz Carlton.

No two on earth in all things can agree. All have some daring singularity.

I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

Strange sometimes how easy bitter words came, how hard the kind ones.

Beauty gathered in the brightness of the sunny hours - is often best remembered in the quiet dark.

He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." [On British Labour politician Stafford Cripps.]

No hay nada en la vida que sea solo bueno o solo malo.

The difference between sex and death is, with death you can do it alone and nobody's going to make fun of you.

A hundred things are done today in the divine name of Youth, that if they showed their true colors would be seen by rights to belong rather to old age.

Tragedy when ridiculed by comedy does not condescend a reply.

Everyone tries to be an optimist. But being an optimist is a bit boring and not honest. Losers are more interesting than winners.

The chicken in the coop has grain but the soup pot is near; the wild crane has none but its world is vast.

Living right in the heart of Tokyo itself is quite like living in the mountains – in the midst of so many people, one hardly sees anyone.

You're convinced everything would be fine if we lived together. If only we could. But you live in a world I don't recognize. What a halcyon glow our childhood must have for you.

Your heart and mine are being pulled apart to such different, distant places. Yours is overflowing with warmth and life and sounds and smells, but mine is growing cold and hard at a terrifying pace. At some point it will break into a thousand pieces, shards of ice that will dissolve.

I knew immediately that it was different from other photographs. The night sky in the background was pure and black, so dark it made you dizzy if you stared at it too long. The rain drifted through the frame like a gentle mist, but right in the middle was a hollow area in the shape of a lima been.

I wondered why ordinary words seemed so exotic when they were used in relation to numbers. Amicable numbers or twin primes had a precise quality about them, and yet they sounded as though they'd been taken straight out of a poem.

Le poisson rouge ne peut ramener la complexité des océans à la quiétude de son bocal. (p.185)

I suppose that in a dark room, even a dim bulb feels bright.

by choosing two aspects of a subject that appear to be in opposition, each can be examined in light of the other in order to better illuminate the entire subject, as long as one doesn't mistake the system for reality.

The speaker points out the nature of the triumphal procession in 2 Corinthians 2:16-17. He shows that to the victors the aroma of the triumphal procession was sweet but that to the captured prisoners it represented an impending death. 5000 prisoners were necessary for a triumphal procession, and, by contrast, God drew 5000 to Himself in Acts 2.