Quotes About Paradox

It was possible to love someone and hate him at the same time.

Human nature is an odd thing, is it not?" he asked softly. "Always tempting man to his demise.

Is life a happy sadness? Or a sad happiness?

It's beautiful. Not a lie. But tornados were beautiful too.

When you are driving, you're outside and inside, moving and completely still, all at the same time. I think that's something.

Ironic, Betty Lou said at last. The cereus insists on sunlight---that's why it must be at the end of the yard. And yet it saves its flowers for the moon. The sun never sees what it fathers. It takes from the day, I said, gives to the night.

And yet, with all its life, even at the peak of its bloom, the garden was its own graveyard. Under every tree and bush lay rotten trunks and disintegrated and decomposing roots. It was hard to know which was more important: the garden's surface or the graveyard from which it grew and into which it was constantly lapsing. For

I was wondering why, if God could make sinners into pillars of salt so easily, salt was so expensive. And why didn't He turn some sinners into meat or sugar? The villagers certainly needed these as much as salt.

the more you lived the more regret and longing you suffered, that life was a glorious catastrophe

life was a glorious catastrophe.

Everything is violently perfect! Why would you ask? Violently perfect? That's an odd word choice...

Havia a ansiedade de que uum dia não se sucedesse ao outro, junto com a certeza de que certamente se sucederia. Era como prender a respiração, como Udayan tentara fazer na baixada. E, no entanto, de alguma maneira ela estava respirando. Assim como o tempo ficava parado, mas também passava, alguma outra parte de seu corpo que lhe era inconsciente estava agora extraindo oxigêncio, obrigando-os a continuar.

IT'S funny. It doesn't work the other way round !

This perpetual toggling between nothing being new, under the sun, and everything having very recently changed, absolutely, is perhaps the central driving tension of my work.

Our current bittersweet relationship with our sleep hasn't had a long history.

My friends joke I'm a 90-year-old stuck in a young man's body.

To the stern student of affairs, Beirut is a phenomenon, beguiling perhaps, but quite, quite impossible.

This year, we must address the Colorado Paradox. We have more college degrees per capita than any state. Yet we lag the nation in the percentage of students who go on to higher education.

The Clinton paradox: How could a president so intelligent, so compassionate, so public-spirited and so conscious of his place in history act in such a stupid, selfish and self-destructive manner?

What are the sources of poetry? Love and death and the paradox of love and death. All poetry from the beginning is about Eros and Thanatos. Those are the only subjects. And how Eros and Thanatos interweave.

There's only a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, but there's no road leading from the ridiculous to the sublime.

Poisons and medicine are oftentimes the same substance given with different intents.

And did you ever stop to think that im old enough to go to war but i aint old enough to drink.

Thorns and roses grow on the same tree.