Quotes About Paradox

Dune was a world of paradox now—a world under siege, yet the center of power. To come under siege, he decided, was the inevitable fate of power.

In rational worlds all the hierarchies of our world are reversed.

The more power you have, the less you can truly say. That's the irony.

Darkness can inspire light, and light can inspire darkness, its just a difference of distant of these two contrasting forces.

In the midst of wanting to be powerful, I found a weakness.

I almost trust her to burn the bridges while standing at the cliff herself. She hardly agrees to be on the same page as others, either ahead of all or all in a different book.

Plutonium has a quite extraordinary relationship with people. They made it, and it kills them.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.

Since I was both an atheist and an absurdist, I had decided that the most absurd thing I could do would be to develop an intimate relationship with the God I didn't believe in.

God was alien and cruel,

Y, sin embargo, incluso de esto, del mal, vendrá el bien. De algún modo. De algún modo que nunca podremos entender, ni siquiera ver.

Y tal vez el propio Satán, a pesar de sí mismo, sirva de alguna manera para cumplir la voluntad de Dios.

the shaven head and the man in white pants and the black woolen

Isn't human mind a funny thing? A bullet is a bullet, dead is dead. The reduction in probability of your demise is precisely the same in both cases. Why isn't your price the same?

Prior to the 1950's, very few people had ever heard of a good witch. The term was oxymoronic, like calling someone an evil saint.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

With one auspicious and one dropping eye,With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.All men make faults.

Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Reason, in itself confounded,Saw division grow together.