Quotes About Paradox

An Asshole Saint," said Stephen. "Not the first. I think most were, weren't they? In fact, she wouldn't even be the first around here.

he even introduced himself as the Asshole Saint,

Ironic, really, that from a blind they should suddenly see so clearly.

near enemy. It's a psychological concept. Two emotions that look the same but are actually opposites. The one parades as the other, is mistaken for the other, but one is healthy and the other's sick, twisted.

It was one of life's little mysteries that this woman she had absolutely no respect for, could lay her flat.

Now here he was, drunk and sober at the same time. Each half of him disgusted at the other.

He once saw two philosophers engaged in a very unedifying game of cross questions and crooked answers. 'Gentlemen,' said he, 'here is one man milking a billy-goat, and another catching the proceeds in a sieve.

Youth is always impatient, even though, ironically, youth alone has time for patience.

From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

Deine Liebe macht mich zum glücklichsten und zum unglücklichsten zugleich.

War prosperity is like the prosperity that an earthquake or a plague brings.

A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.

If you travel in space for three years and come back, four hundred years will have passed on Earth. I am only an armchair astronomer, but I have the odd sense that I have returned from a journey to a world where nothing quite makes sense.

it was a chicken-and-egg conundrum: were they animals because they were in jail . . . or were they in jail because they were animals?

Science never failed to humble him, just as much as his faith, and he unequivocally believed that the two could exist side by side.

That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?

Could something that looked so wrong on the outside turn out to be undeniably right? My

Can a person hold tightly to two thoughts that look, at first sight, as if they'd cancel each other out?

Dying is a misnomer. You're alive, until you're not.

I look around at the curl of clouds in the sky, the sun glittering on the ocean in the distance. A picture postcard. Just a few hundred miles away this virus is killing people so fast that they don't have room for bodies, but you would never know it from where I stand.

Can a person not be two things at once?

Could something that looked so wrong on the outside turn out to be undeniably right?

Having poured my drink, I may not live to taste it, or that it may pass a live man's tongue to burn a dead man's belly; that having slumbered, I may never wake, or having waked, may never living sleep. Having heard tick, will I hear tock? Having served, will I volley? Having sugared will I cream? Having eithered, will I or? Itching, will I scratch? Hemming, will I haw?

I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.