Quotes About Paradox

Famous for my ignorance, me.

Aber vielleicht war es das alles zugleich, unter Vernachlässigung des Gesetzes des ausgeschlossenen Dritten und zur ewigen Beschämung derjenigen, die glaubten, etwas davon zu verstehen.

If you find life absurd, shouldn't you find death precisely meaningful?

the place where optism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.

The gardener uses both roses in the flowerbed and thorns in making fences.

Don't you find any irony in a vampire sucking up?

Live and everyone would die. Die and everyone would live. It seemed like such a simple choice. But nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

When you get rid of the impossible, what's left is the only answer, no matter how improbable.

When everything is bent into a jolly shape, everything feels more mournful than it should.

My mother wanted to be needed, but she never wanted to need anyone else. She would be the one baking cherry pies. She would be the one cleaning gutters and painting ceilings and pulling ivy out of the backyard. This is so often the paradox of truly, astoundingly capable people. They're never quite capable of sitting back and allowing the people around them to be the capable ones.

She said that my good qualities were my bad qualities -- this I have come to realize is true of everyone. On the one hand, I was game, eager and perfectly ready to see what was in front of me. On the other hand, I had no sense of direction or destiny.

Is it always "or"? Is it never "and"? —STEPHEN SONDHEIM, INTO THE WOODS Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) —WALT WHITMAN, "SONG OF MYSELF

La pierre voudrait se soustraire aux lois de la pesanteur ? Impossible. Impossible, si le mal voulait s'allier avec le bien.

Who trades in contradictions will not be contradicted.

It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong

I really didn't say everything I said. [...] Then again, I might have said 'em, but you never know.

Nobody goes there anymore because it's too crowded.

Irony has always seemed the best approach to life, the best way to keep it at arm's length.

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe.

A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe.

Als naturalisten en materialisten zijn wij een essentiële categorie kwijt geraak, namelijk die van het begrijpen van de onzichtbare werkelijkheid die van het paradoxale mysterie

Like when people say they slept like a baby. Do they mean they slept well? Or do they mean they woke up every ten minutes, screaming?