Quotes About Contradiction

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

They're here right now?" Clary sputtered. "But—I'm wearing a T-shirt that says 'Unicorn Power'—" "There are no such things as unicorns," Jace said. "I know," Clary said. "That's why it's funny

There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

There is beauty and darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life in death, thorns on the rose.

Geoffrey Chaucer's tender-hearted prioress, Madame Eglantyne, who was said to weep at the sight of a mouse caught in a trap, would nevertheless have had a gallows on her property, upon which, at the hands of her bailiff, she would have hanged thieves.

Hurt and relieved, all at the same time. It always made my chest ache to feel two things at once, each so strongly.

I think the world is just as terrible as beautiful and just as beautiful as terrible.

Feelings are a funny thing, he realized. They're always more tangled and contradictory and complex than we want them to be. Than we care to admit.

I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.

Life is beautiful and life is stupid. As long as you keep that in mind, and never give more weight to one than the other, the history of the galaxy, the history of a planet, the history of a person is a simple tune with lyrics flashed on-screen and a helpful, friendly bouncing disco ball of glittering, occasionally peaceful light to help you follow along. Cue the music. Cue the dancers. Cue tomorrow.

Life is beautiful and life is stupid. This is, in fact, widely regarded as a universal rule not less inviolable than the Second Law of Thermodynamics, the Uncertainty Principle, and No Post on Sundays.

Truth is: I was always that kind of girl. Truth is: they don't make dresses any whiter than mine. Truth is: I am not Demeter's daughter. I am Heisenberg's ripe tomato I am Niels Bohr's piece on the side. In the winter I am a particle. In the summer I am a wave. And I didn't get to be queen of hell by letting folks off easy.

We are a Body of contradiction, flesh-full and fleshless.

Everything in this place was livid and lurid and living, and when he loved her and hurt her all at once she lived, too, higher and harder than she had thought she could.

If she was in a teaching mood she wasn't in a hitting mood. Like sneezing and keeping your eyes open, Mrs. H couldn't do both at once.

You have already heard the First General Fact: Life is beautiful and life is stupid. It goes on to add: You can only ever fix one of these at a time, and wouldn't it be nice if anyone could agree on which one is the bigger problem?

I began to wonder if writers don't choose to love long-distance, a sure way of blending passion and prose. The love letter seems perfectly suited to the contradiction of a writer's life... the love letter may be the emblem of a vocation that demands solitude but desires communication.

Minor feelings occur when American optimism is enforced upon you, which contradicts your own racialized reality, thereby creating a static of cognitive dissonance.

humor is godless and entirely human since humor runs counter to the sublime: instead of transcending, you are made acutely aware of the skin in which you exist.

Id Faciam What I hate I love. Ask the crucified hand that holds the nail that now is driven into itself, why.

I hate and I love. Why I do this, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it happening and I am tortured.

I hate and I love. Wherefore do I so, peradventure thou askest. I know not, but I feel it to be thus and I suffer.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love. Why do I, you ask? I do not know, but I feel it happening and it hurts.

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I can do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it, and it shivers me.