Quotes About Contradiction

I am an anti-moralism moralist and I write righteously indignant diatribes against righteous indignation. I contradict myself. I have great ideas and a lot to say, but I'm not much of a writer. I don't learn to control myself and do what is required.

She was dressed in Seventies American Hooker—fishnet stockings, high boots (those two looks seemed to be a contradiction), a skirt that covered up as much of her as, say, a belt would, and a purple top so tight it could have been sausage casing. Myron

Wilde loved those he cared about fiercely and protectively—and yet he couldn't live with them or be with them on a steady basis. It is a paradox, a contradiction, and yet that is what most of us are, when we think about it. We want to make people consistent and predictable and simple, but they never are.

Shakespeare will not allow Falstaff to die upon stage. We see and hear the deaths of Hamlet, Cleopatra, Antony, Othello, and Lear. Iago is led away to die silently under torture. Macbeth dies offstage but he goes down fighting. Falstaff dies singing the Twenty-third Psalm, smiling upon his fingertips, playing with flowers, and crying aloud to God three or four times. That sounds more like pain than prayer. We do not want Sir John Falstaff to die. And of course he does not. He is life itself.

He was out of his mind," said Atticus. "Don't like to contradict you, Mr. Finch—wasn't crazy—mean as hell. Low-down skunk with enough liquor in him to make him brave enough to kill children. He'd never have met you face to face.

enjoyed everything I disapproved of, and disliked my ingenuous diversions.

It would seem that most everything we do in the name of organizational effectiveness is antithetical to what Life requires

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you're worth.

When I first met you I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time running away for all you're worth.

Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone? Why the hell does it have to be like that?

Nature is actually unnatural

Les souvenirs, c'est quelque chose qui vous réchauffe de l'intérieur. Et qui vous déchire violemment le cÅ"ur en même temps.

Becoming serious was not the same thing as approaching truth, I sensed, however vaguely. But death was a fact, a serious fact, no matter how you looked at it. Stuck inside this suffocating contradiction, I went on endlessly spinning in circles. Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

Sometimes, in this multifaceted world of ours, inconsistency can be more eloquent than consistency.

The bottle and the cap don't fit: is the problem with the bottle or the cap?

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. Nakata shook his head. "That's a tough one. Nakata still doesn't understand. The only thing I understand is the present." "I'm the exact opposite," Miss Saeki said.

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart

Irony deepens a person, helps them mature. It is the entrance to salvation on a higher plane, to a place where you can find a more universal kind of hope.

See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good.

they are, as a country, starving? It's yet another paradox, which is, we argue, a kind of treasure map. When you see a paradox, keep digging.

In Moscow there were a hundred different words for sadness, and one of them was joy.

Zij was beminnelijk en hij beminde haar, / hij echter was niet beminnelijk / en zij beminde hem niet. (Een oud stuk)

However, on glimpsing in shop window realized outfit insane. Now am on bus, remember also that corset-ike nature of dress is torture when sitting down. One's rolls of fat are squezzed together like dough being kneaded in a food processor.

It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting 'Cathy' and banging your head against a tree.