Quotes About Paradox

A mockery of meaning where meaning had never been needed before.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

There were reasons to leave, and reasons to stay, and all of it was the same.

He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

una prueba más de lo contradictorio que es el ser humano. Una pizca de bondad, una pizca de maldad y sólo falta añadirle agua.

For hours she sat with him as he shivered and slept. 'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.' He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both.

Några år senare skulle han bli en som gav bort bröd, inte stal det - ytterligare bevis på hur motsägelsefull människan är. En nypa godhet. En nypa ondska. Tillsätt vatten och rör om.

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Believe it or not - it takes a lot of love to hate you.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worse. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both

again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

You save someone. You kill them.