Quotes About Paradox

The paradox is the seed of truth. This germ just needs a fertile ground to flourish and bear fruit.

What is today accepted as truth will tomorrow prove to be only amusing.

Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.

Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.

For me, truth cracks open in the places where things do not cohere. That's how life is.

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.

This was the Darker Life, where every truth was written backward.

Einer hat immer Unrecht: aber mit zweien beginnt die Wahrheit. Einer kann sich nicht beweisen: aber zweie kann man bereits nicht widerlegen.

The pure and simple truth is, the truth is never pure and simple.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

It's ironic how your comfort zone can be tiring sometimes.

How is it that standing outside for a minute in 90 degree heat is torture, yet standing in a blistering hot shower for 20 minutes is paradise?

Paradox: Pinocchio says "My nose will grow" if it doesn't he is lying but it didn't grow and if it does he is telling the truth and it did?

There are no whole truths. All truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.

The truth is that there is no absolute truth.

The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.

There are trivial truths and there are great truths. The opposite of a trivial truth is plainly false. The opposite of a great truth is also true.

Don't disrespect the sword marshmallow.

My heart was simultaneously broken and filled with lust, I was exhausted, and I loved every minute of it. It was strange and elating to find myself for once the weaker.

It was not what he expected from a foulmouthed flower of bohemia, but he had a feeling there was both more and less to her than that.

the kind of person who in one moment could guess, with breathtaking coldness, at the innermost sorrow in your heart, and in the next moment turn and, with a cheery wave of farewell, march blithely through a plate-glass window, requiring twenty-two stitches in his cheek.

In order to destroy the world, it becomes necessary to save it.

open the door in the gate. She had always found a paradox in the crime of blasphemy for it seemed to her that any God who could be discountenanced by the words of human beings was by definition not worthy of reverence, but

Nothing is obvious.