Quotes About Paradox

No, I don't think poems will save us. And yet, and yet

I guess people can be wrong and right at the same time.

Ik begreep opeens dat er geen tussenweg was tussen niet-bestaan en deze weemakende overdadigheid. Als je bestond, moest je *bestaan tot op dat punt*, tot aan de verschimmeling, het zwellen, tot aan de obsceniteit. In een andere wereld behouden cirkels, melodieën, hun zuivere, strakke lijnen. Maar het bestaan is een aftakelingsproces.

She's very pretty but she's honey from the icebox, if you know what I mean. Cold sweets won't spread.

Everyone was like the faces on a playing card, upside down either way.

Your authority and my degeneracy are one in the same.

You do all you can to humanize and familiarize the world, and suddenly it becomes more strange than ever. The living are not what they were, the dead die again and again, and at last for good.

It's the hysterical individual who allows his life to be polarized by simple extreme antitheses like strength—weakness, potency—impotence, health—sickness.

Ja kriv? Kako to misliš? - Jer si ti intelektualac, a oženio si intelektualku. U svakom intelektualcu krije se negdje budala. Vi ljudi ne znate odgovoriti niti na vlastita pitanja...

One of the paradoxes of writing is that when you write non-fiction everyone tries to prove that it's wrong, and when you publish fiction, everyone tries to see the truth in it.

Die Wahrheit ist allezeit nur ein kurzes Siegesfest beschieden zwischen die beiden langen Zeiträumen, wo sie als paradox und als trivial gering geschätzt wird

Being absolutely right and being spectacularly wrong feel exactly the same.

Must it be, that what makes for a man's happiness becomes the source for his misery?

To spare such speeches, it were well! They of the witches' kitchen smell, And of a time long past and gone. To know the world have I not sought? The empty learned, the empty taught?- Spake I out plainly, as in reason bound, Then doubly loud the paradox would sound; By Fortune's adverse buffets overborne To solitude I fled, to wilds forlorn, And not in utter loneliness to live, Myself at last did to the Devil give!

I take the wildering whirl, enjoyment's keenest pain, Enamored hate, exhilarant disdain.

Nas?l oluyor da insan? mesut eden bir ?ey ayn? zamanda felaketinin de kayna?? oluyor?

Did it really have to be like this?__that the source of Man's contentment becomes the source of his misery?

Doveva proprio essere così, che quanto rende l'uomo beato divenga poi la fonte della sua infelicità.

Must it ever be thus,—that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery?

The unnatural, that too is natural.

If you had dared to suggest one hundred years ago that God and the devil were in cahoots, you would he invited to attend a barbecue in the public square, and you would be the barbecuee. But today it is apparent that the same force that answers some prayers also causes it to rain anchovies and is behind everything from sea serpents to flying saucers. It distorts our reality whimsically, perhaps out of boredom, or perhaps because it is a little crazy. God may be a crackpot.

And as Daniel Webster put it, "There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange.

Certainty a strange Ferris wheel of a statement!

The paradoxical conclusion is that it would be very unlikely for unlikely events not to occur.