Quotes About Paradox

Some of the most rewarding scientific pursuits begin with the discovery of a paradox. Nature does not go out of its way to befuddle us, and if some phenomenon seems to make no sense no matter how we look at it, we are probably in ignorance of deep and far-ranging principles.

That is why when the stars are out they are visible but when the lights are out they are invisible and why it is that when I wind up my watch it starts, but when I wind up this poem it ends.

Fourth—and here's where the paradox arises—the generalization runs up against counterexamples in both directions. There are verbs that appear only with the prepositional dative: Goldie drove her minibus to the lake. *Goldie drove the lake her minibus.

Horses have an even number of legs. Behind they have two legs, and in front they have fore-legs. This makes six legs, which is certainly an odd number of legs for a horse. But the only number that is both even and odd is infinity. Therefore, horses have an infinite number of legs.

A list of ways in which we're stupid can't explain why we're so smart.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

All the world Loves You, but You are nowhere to be found, Hidden and yet . . . completely obvious!

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.

No people find each other more absurd than lovers

I love everything about the South; I even love hate.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

They will love me for that which destroys me.

There is another interesting paradox here: by immersing ourselves in what we love, we find ourselves. We do not lose ourselves. One does not lose one's identity by falling in love.

Love is a drama of contradictions.

Was true love when you wanted to slap someone and kiss him madly at the same time?

You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too. (191)

Beware of all the paradoxical in love. It is simplicity which saves, it is simplicity which brings happiness...Love should be love.

It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't wait to leave.

Antipathy, dissimilarity of views, hate, contempt, can accompany true love.

The great paradox is that our lack of faith in love and miracles is what blocks us from receiving love and miracles.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

Real love is strange and changeable… but also somehow constant.

It often occurs to me that we love most what makes us miserable. In my opinion the damned are damned because they enjoy being damned.