Quotes About Contradiction

There's a bit of a problem. The script that I like, the network doesn't like. The script that they like, I don't like.

I try very hard to be bad, but people never take me seriously.

But me contradicting a news story is not going to make my words fact. It will just create a new news story.

It's a shame I have to hurt people. I'm a nice guy.

Brian Cox is the nicest guy, but he's so arrogant.

I am, in fact, a candle salesperson's worst nightmare - or dream come true, depending on the salesperson.

I have no doubt that if I met Bob Dylan, it would be disappointing - and annoying to him. But that's why I like Bob Dylan.

From the outside, my life seemed charmed, and I would say as much to anyone who asked. And yet deep down, part of me would also have known that I was lying.

It is a contradiction-this creek- a hundred thousand years old but renewed with each rainfall.

There is a feeble urgency behind all forced mannerisms of finery- haste and pomp cannot coincide.

Human beings are millions of things in one day.

What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

What was he doing with her? How on earth could he love her? But he did. Or, at least, she made him feel sick, sad, and distracted. Perhaps there was another way of describing that unique and useless combination of feelings, but "love" would have to do for now.

I can't tell you how good and bad I felt. Yes I can: I felt like a baked Alaska.

lots of blokes have a Woody Allen sense of humor but look like Woody Allen.

People are allowed to feel horny and fucked-up at the same time.

Love and charity share the same root word (caritas). How is that possible, when everything in our recent history suggest they cannot coexist, that they are antiethical, that if you put the two of them together in a sack they would bite and scratch and scream, until one of them is torn apart?

I'm someone who's mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.

the tender brutality of physical existence...the insoluble contradiction of being animals cursed with self-reflection, and moral beings cursed with animal instincts...

What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.

You know all about love, but that is not enough. You must also learn that hate comes from God as well, that it too is in the Lord's service. And in times like these, with the world fallen to the state it has, hate serves God more than love.

Whoever is rich, and is a communist, is an idiot, he would say. Whoever is poor, and is not a communist, is a bigger idiot.

I have an extremely profound sadness, disturbance, uneasiness, abrupt alternation of insane joy and the most unbearable anguish.

HERE LIES A GREEK WHO HATES THE GREEKS.