Quotes About Paradox

Good taste and humour...are a contradiction in terms, like a chaste whore.

Employee of the month is a good example of how somebody can be both a winner and a loser at the same time.

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman where the Self Help section was. She said if she told me it would defeat the purpose.

I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.

Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.

How young can you die of old age?

What does it mean to pre-board? Do you get on before you get on?

I never said most of the things I said.

I wonder if fat drug dealers sell diet coke.

Colleges are like old-age homes, except for the fact that more people die in colleges.

The chief thing about a woman -- who is much of a woman -- is that in the long run she is not to be had... She is not to be caught by any of the catch-words, love, beauty, honor, duty, worth, work, salvation -- none of them -- not in the long run.

Being a famous print journalist is like being the best-dressed woman on radio.

Woman is at once apple and serpent.

The human race has been set up. Someone, somewhere, is playing a practical joke on us. Apparently, women need to feel loved to have sex. Men need to have sex to feel loved. How do we ever get started?

Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions

Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy.

We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.

The eyes of love is myopic yet vigilant, shocking yet relaxing, persuasive but worth it. Foolish but never a wrong decider.

It's too easy to love hate, but it's not too easy to hate love.

It's strange how the person, who gave you the most painful memories, also gave you the best times to remember.

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.

We live in a world that is alive and generous and in need of care. Strangely, paradoxically, it is in serving and singing and telling our stories to one another that we discover the homecoming we've been longing for has been here, among and within us, along.

What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death)