Quotes About Paradox

Hölle. Wer nicht glauben kann und sich doch danach sehnt, wer weiß, wie erbärmlich der Aufkläricht ist und ihn doch nicht loswird, der weiß auch, was Hölle ist. Wissend in den Unglauben verbannt zu sein.

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Zen martini: A martini with no vermouth at all. And no gin, either.

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

The world doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

toda explicación absurda se aproxima a la verdad más que otras, precisamente porque la verdad es absurda y se busca en un espejo de iguales.

Martín Luis Guzmán contará que se creó un impasse, que el grupito de hombres a caballo con la fila de tiradores ante ellos ni se iba ni se retiraba. Se miraban y se apuntaban, observaban a sus mutuos jefes. Hasta en la tragedia hay espacio para el absurdo.

I've said many times that statistics reveal a surprising city: one that has more movie theaters than Paris, more abortions than London, more universities than New York. Where nighttime has become sparse, desolate, the kingdom of only a few. Where violence rules, corners us, silences us into a kind of autism.

At this point, there is no human way that I could read even those books I've deliberately marked as absolute must-reads. [ . . . ] This is every reader's catch-22: the more you read, the more you realize you haven't read; the more you yearn to read more, the more you understand that you have, in fact, read nothing

It was actually in the Atlantic West that we first witnessed the paradox of religious fundamentalism: that it reflects the weakening of religious conviction.

Sulla parete, un'icona di San Nicola convive senza problemi con le tette di una bionda da calendario per camionisti.

The deeper our faith, the more doubt we must endure; the deeper our hope, the more prone we are to despair; the deeper our love, the more pain its loss will bring: these are a few of the paradoxes we must hold as human beings.

As often happens on the spiritual journey, we have arrived at the heart of a paradox: each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up. All we need to do is stop pounding on the door that just closed, turn around-which puts the door behind us-and welcome the largeness of life that now lies open to our souls. The door that closed kept its from entering a room, but what now lies before its is the rest of reality.

Paradoxical thinking requires that we embrace a view of the world in which opposites are joined, so that we can see the world clearly and see it whole...The result is a world more complex and confusing than the one made simple by either-or thought - but that simplicity is merely the dullness of death. When we think together we reclaim the life force in the world, in our students, in ourselves.

A infelicidade não é só a infelicidade: é, ainda pior, o fracasso da felicidade.

Pie may just be the Madonna-whore of the dessert world.

Somehow if she'd know the worst parts, she couldn't have gone on being a haven for him...Men said they didn't tell their women about France because they didn't want to worry them. but it was more than that. He needed her ignorance to hide in. Yet, at the same time, he wanted to know and be known as deeply as possible. And the two desires were irreconcilable.

His arm pulled her a little off balance, and paradoxically it steadied her at the same time. That was what Charles did to her heart, too. He knocked it off balance into what felt like the right position, a safe place that was still exciting, exhilarating, and terrifying.

Paradoxically, Controllers usually see themselves as self-reliant even while they are dependent upon others to maintain their backwards connections and their fragile identity. They often carry the banner of rugged independence, of needing no one, while launching an ever-accelerating assault upon someone else's individuality. They are most threatened by Witnesses who do not conform to their particular idea of how things should be.

I already know (or believe—which comes to the same thing in my Catholic worldview) that daydreaming doesn't make things up. It sees things. Claims things, twirls them around, takes a good look. Possesses them. Embraces them.Makes something of them. Makes sense. Or music. How restful it is, how full of motion. My first paradox.

The conflict each day is whether to immerse in books or writing. I can't do one without the other, but I can't do both at the same time. It is the writer's paradox.

There is no greater fan of fly fishing than the worm.