Quotes About Contradiction

Nothing would take him, he was a barbarian with the manners of a gentleman. Neither

Allí el placer era dolor, y viceversa. Y él lo conocía tan bien que era como sentirse en casa.

He was the type of man women said they hated, they absolutely hated, they absolutely and categorically hated, and then they went to bed with him. I was the type of man women said they hated, and then they went home.

But it was a shouldn't with a hint of should.

He thought this city was a good place for him because nobody knew him — And he liked the contradiction that the one place that did know him was the one place he didn't want to be.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

Rather, it was the manshape that held them there, their necks craned, torn between the promise of doom and the disappointment of the ordinary.

He was aware that the essence of proper intelligence was the embrace of contradiction.

Further along, one of Picasso's doves of peace with an Armalite, not an olive branch, in its mouth.

He was aware that the essence of proper intelligence was the embrace of contradiction. And the recognition of complexity was to be balanced against the need for simplicity

Nothing was simple, certainly not simplification.

She was all the delights of heaven and the fires of hell at once.

One may howl with the wolves, if need be, but when doing so, one should be, I would urge, a sheep in wolf's clothing.

We have come to know Man as he really is. After all, man is that being who invented the gas chambers of Auschwitz; however, he is also that being who entered those gas chambers upright, with the Lord's Prayer or the Shema Yisrael on his lips. HAROLD S. KUSHNER

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

For nothing was simply one thing.

At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever

Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this--love; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than this; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.

Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile and inhumane than love; yet it is also absolutely beautiful and necessary.

At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing.

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

There is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than love; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.