Quotes About Paradox

What if the choice isn't between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

Of course he could see only blackness, such was the treachery of fire, which iluminated small circles by darkening the entire world.

Funny how physics didn't go away when you were murdered.

Perhaps one day I'd be made a saint—the patron saint of fools and lovers, if those terms were not exactly the same.

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

It's a paradox, isn't it? The people you know the most, the people you love the most-you're also going to feel the parts of them you don't know the most

It's a beautiful, terrible, world, isn't it?

What I do not know is the only thing I know, and in that paradox sits Trixie. I do not know what she was in the fullness of her being, other than a dog, but I know the effect she had on us, and I know that she was both flesh and mystery, and therefore I know that she was something more than I can know.

Maybe it's not a gift. Maybe it's a curse." "It's a gift." Tapping my head, I said, "I've still got the box it came in.

Maybe if everything was beautiful, nothing would be.

wouldn't that be ironic—run down by a hearse? God knows, life is often ironic in a way it's never shown on television.

So the peacemakers were bomb makers." "A lot of people these days are the opposite of what they say they are, and a lot of them probably don't even realize it. They're opposed to racism even as they act like racists. They're opposed to fascism, even as they act like fascists. The world's gone weird.

All that was considered evil on this side of the glass might be judged good on the other side. Truth here might be lies there, and the future might precede the past.

Who could help laughing at a group of people who heatedly declared that God was dead and clung to the belief that Elvis was alive?

I am a book I neither wrote nor read.

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Bugs Bunny with a double-barreled twelve-gauge shoots you in the head with a miracle.

They started calling it The Rape, and it came to stand for everything: for coming together while falling apart; for loving each other and hating everybody else; for moving at breakneck speed while getting nowhere; for freezing in the streets and melting in the rooms of love.

Everyone wants a quick fix. We're tired of being afraid, tired of being sad, tired of feeling overwhelmed, tired of feeling tired. We want the old days back, and we don't even remember them, and we want to push into the future, paradoxically, at top speed. Patience and forbearance become the first casualties of progress.

Everyone wants a quick fix. We're tired of being afraid, tired of being sad, tired of feeling overwhelmed, tired of feeling tired. We want the old days back, and we don't even remember them, and we want to push into the future, paradoxically, at top speed.

He's happy. And isn't that the worst of all possible outcomes?

Lizards frolicked in the flames of a bonfire; two lonely fish swam toward each other under the sea; a lion devoured the sun. An eagle flying high in the air was incongruously chained to a toad crawling on the ground. A wolf and dog battled in the middle of a deserted town. A slithering serpent entwined itself around a female corpse lying in an open grave. Another serpent lay nailed to a cross, while other serpents and dragons chased their own tails in never ending circles.

There is no simple answer to such a question

I'm not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind." Buck's brows rose at that. "Constructed?" he echoed, surprised. "Who builds God?