Quotes About Contradiction

i'm worse at what i do best.

Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.

Der Vorteil der Klugheit besteht darin, daß man sich dumm stellen kann. Das Gegenteil ist schon schwieriger.

Those who hate so fervently, must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world, must have once embraced what they now set on fire.

Der Satiriker ist ein gekränkter Idealist: er will die Welt gut haben, sie ist schlecht, und nun rennt er gegen das Schlechte hin.

I won't feel. . . But that was impossible. She couldn't help feeling.

We are often more agreeable through our faults than our good qualities.

She could be the woman, the lady, who wished to be proper, who wished to please, as well as the wanton she obviously was instructed, and loved, to be.

Es necesario amarlo todo, incluso lo más repugnante. El amor es lo más arduo, lo más cruel. En eso radica el misterio: lo más repugnante se diluye en el amor con mayor facilidad que lo que resulta desagradable solo a medias

Sometimes I give myself admirable advice, but I am incapable of taking it.

People are very nice to me, even though I'm known for saying rude things.

Rule A: Don't. Rule A1: Rule A doesn't exist. Rule A2: Do not discuss the existence or non-existence of Rules A, A1 or A2.

Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.

It's not easy having a paradox at the core of one's own being.

The hope at odds with the fear of hoping.

She asked Janie what it was like to have a mother, and Janie leaned over and gave Zorrie a kiss on the top of her head and then turned her around and gave her a quick kick in her seat and told her that having a mother was those two things, and that if sometimes it was more of one than the other, it all balanced out in the end.

Don't be weak, my boy', I whispered. I know he heard me. It was something I had told him many times. But what did I mean? For I did not want him to be strong either. Not like his father, who could fling his cousin through the air. Not like my mother, who could chase the husband, who so loved her, with a switch. I meant some other thing. Something like Captain Jane in her wolf cloak. Something like Eliza when the metal was in her voice and she had set her jaw.

For I hate, yet love thee, so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be A constrained hyperbole, And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed.

I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour. I want to cross one last finish line as my wife and my ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire, the perfect contradiction to my once anticipated poignant early demise.

So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn't it?" "Love is a contradiction," said Jace.

Love is a contradiction.

A gentle boy with a gentle soul, but every soul contains its own opposite, and the opposite of gentleness was ruthlessness—the beautiful wreckage of mercy.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?