Quotes About Difference

Toplumd???na itilenleri yeniden onlarla bütünleÅŸtirmedikçe, Tanr?'n?n kullar?n? deÄŸiÅŸtirmek olanaks?zd?r.

Boceto: esa misma tarde, mamá espolvorea con talco el cuerpecito rosado de mi hermana, yo pregunto cuándo va a salirle la pilila, mamá explica que a las niñas no les sale pilila, y se quedan así. De golpe vuelvo a ver a Mary Lena, y las blancas braguitas asomando bajo la suave brisa de su falda azul, y comprendo que es rubia y altiva, e inaccesible, porque es diferente. Toda relación es imposible, pertenece a otra raza.

not merely to be defeated, but to acknowledge defeat—and the difference between these two things is what keeps the world going.

Marriage and prostitution were two sides of one shield, the predatory man's exploitation of the sex-pleasure. The difference between them was a difference of class.

I knew there was something that separated me from Ferdinand and the life of the bush about me. And it was because I had no means in my day-to-day life of asserting this difference, of exhibiting my true self, that I fell into the stupidity of exhibiting my things.

He was, after all, like other high officials. I wondered why I thought he would be different. These men, who depended on the President's favour for everything, were bundles of nerves. The great power they excercised went with a constant fear of being destroyed.

He spread his hands in a self-deprecating gesture. 'Well, I'm not a cop. And I'm not a woman.' She couldn't resist. 'I had noticed.

My body's a temple to a different god from hers.

for when two opposing groups become friendly, the perception that they are far more similar than they previously thought causes anxiety because this threatens their large-group identities. Enemies feel obliged to maintain what I call a principle of non-sameness. I will discuss this further later in this chapter.

Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent death still filled her with horror.

Everything that lives is unique. It is unimaginable that two people, or two briar-roses, should be identical . . . If you attempt to erase the peculiarities and individuality of life by violence, then life itself must suffocate.

Everything that lives is unique. It is unimaginable that two people, or two briar-roses, should be identical . . . If you attempt to erase the peculiarities and individuality of life by violence, then life itself must suffocate.

No destino da gente do campo de concentração, a semelhança nascia da diferença. Fosse a visão de um passado ligado a um pomar à beira de um poeirento caminho italiano, ou ao marulho sombrio do mar do Norte, ou a um quebra-luz de papel cor de laranja em casa de um chefe local no subúrbio de Bobruisk – todos os presos sem exceção tinham um passado maravilhoso.

Ciò che è vivo non ha copie. Due persone, due arbusti di rosa canina, non possono essere uguali, è impensabile... E dove la violenza cerca di cancellare varietà e differenze, la vita si spegne.

At the side of Enjolras, who represented the logic of revolution, was Combeferre, representing its philosophy. The difference between logic and philosophy is that one can decide upon war, whereas the other can only be fulfilled by peace.

Humanity is identity. All men are the same clay. No difference, here below at least, in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after life. But ignorance, mixed with the human composition, blackens it. This incurable ignorance possesses the heart of man, and there becomes evil.

any one who had listened to Courfeyrac in 1828 would have thought he heard Tholomyes in 1817. Only, Courfeyrac was an honourable fellow. Beneath the apparent similarities of the exterior mind, the difference between him and Tholomyes was very great. The latent man which existed in the two was totally different in the first from what it was in the second. There was in Tholomyes a district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin.

And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest and an old soldier. In reality, they are the same kind of man. One has devoted himself to country upon earth, the other to his country in heaven; there is no other difference.

He baptized his adopted child, and named him Quasimodo, either because he wished to mark in this way the day upon which the child was found, or because he wished to show by this name how imperfect and incomplete the poor little creature was. Indeed, Quasimodo, one eyed, hunchbacked, and knock kneed, was hardly more than half made.

This is the shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the door of the priest should always be open.

Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. No difference, here below at least, in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after. But when ignorance is mixed with human dough, it blackens it. This incurable blackness takes over man's insides and there turns into evil… Destroy the dark hold, Ignorance, and you destroy the mole, Crime.

Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, here below, at least, in predestination. The same shadow in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But ignorance, mingled with the human paste, blackens it. This incurable blackness takes possession of the interior of a man and is there converted into evil.

Humanity is similarity. All men are of the same clay. No difference, here below at least, lies in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after life. But ignorance, mixed with the human composition, blackens it. This incurable ignorance possesses the heart of man, and there becomes Evil.

A priest and a philosopher are two different things