Quotes About Paradox

I love her. Then you do not love the Lord. Yes, I love both of them. You cannot. I do.

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there. That gnaws away at the night-time hours desperate for a sign and appears at breakfast so self-composed. That longs for certainty, fidelity, compassion, and plays roulette with anything precious.

The Future is Now. That annoys me because if the future is now, where is the present?

Wrong to seal illogic with a kiss but I do it myself all the time.

Why was money worth everything when you had none of it, and nothing when you had too much?

Odd that a festival to celebrate the most austere of births should end up being all about conspicuous consumption.

I manage my own madness just as you do. And if my heart is broken it keeps beating. That is the strangeness of life.

Somewhere between the swamp and the mountains. Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the Devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse.

The earth is round and flat at the same time. This is obvious. That it is round appears indisputable; that it is flat is our common experience, also indisputable. The globe does not supersede the map; the map does not distort the globe.

We're here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox,...that longs for certainty, fidelity, compassion, and plays roulette with anything precious.

Everyone has a demon as you so rightly observed [...] but not everyone knows this, and not everyone knows how to make use of it. [...] We're [the demons] here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.

the nearness of the wound to the gift

Is it because she will return that I take pleasure in being alone? Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.

Optimal's logo reads: The Future Is Now. That annoys me because if the future is now, where is the present?

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat's cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more.

This has been my difficulty. The difficulty with my life. Those well-built trig points, those physical determinants of parents, background, school, family, birth, marriage, death, love, work, are themselves as much in motion as I am. What should be stable, shifts. What I am told is solid, slips. The sensible strong ordinary world of fixity is folklore. The earth is not flat. Geometry cedes to algebra. The Greeks were wrong.

lo misterioso me inquieta siempre, es harto contrario a mi carácter, abierto hasta la imprudencia.

why this world, which was so full of beauty and wonder, had to also be so full of horrors.

She could not understand why this world, which was so full of beauty and wonder, had to also be so full of horrors.

Somehow she had done wrong by trying to do right.

The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple. —Oscar Wilde

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Temporality is obviously an organised structure, and these three so-called elements of time: past, present, future, must not be envisaged as a collection of 'data' to be added together...but as the structured moments of an original synthesis. Otherwise we shall immediately meet with this paradox: the past is no longer, the future is not yet, as for the instantaneous present, everyone knows that it is not at all: it is the limit of infinite division, like the dimensionless point.