Quotes About Contradiction

Soy un romántico desilusionado o un pesimista esperanzado. Cualquiera de las dos cosas.

The great physicist Niels Bohr said, "There are two types of truth. In the shallow type, the opposite of a true statement is false. In the deeper kind, the opposite of a true statement is equally true.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.

In fact living is dying.

Memories, she thought, were tangling things. They brought you ease and they brought you sorrow, and the same images and people could do both.

Pienso que las dos versiones son ciertas, adversariamente verdaderas. Se contradicen sólo en el pasado impenetrable y nebuloso de donde surgen, pero se funden y se completan en la simultaneidad del presente, donde puedo entender que todos tenían razón y que la verdad no existe sino en la suma de las razones encontradas, pues la verdad es siempre el resto opaco de las cosas

Faith is born out of suffering, and suffering is faith's most powerful contradiction. This is the Christian dilemma. The only meaningful Christian response is to resist unjust suffering and to accept the painful consequence of that resistance.

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy." And sometimes, I am a complicated person with a simple life.

Unconditional love. It can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's. One that's given all and one that never thought of me.

I'm emotionally weak, but psychically smiling. I want to be loved but can't be loved. I try to feel special, but realize I'm just one out of many. I cry about every little obstacle and disappointment. But hey I'm fine

I contradict myself? So, I contradict myself! I am infinite. I contain multitudes.

Pride is a wonderful terrible thing a seed that bears two vines life and death.

There are some people," she said, smiling at him, "whose weaknesses seem to be strength, instead of weakness.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

We are foolish, comic, motionless, corrupted, yet we are worthy of sympathy too.

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

Funny how ye tell people a story to make a point and ye fail, ye fail, a total disaster. Not only do ye no make yer point it winds up the exact fucking opposite man, the exact fucking opposite. That isnay a misunderstanding it's a total whatever.

Cruelty and sentimentality are almost always companion characteristics in an individual but never cruelty and love.

American whites somehow were able collectively to love liberty, recognize the evils of slavery, and tolerate slavery, all at the same

He was apparently a small man, according to Mr. Higgins, "with girly features, curly hair . . . and the heart of a rascal.

No one looks like Fang-dark and still and dangerous, like he's daring you to set him off. But I'd seen him rocking Angel when she'd hurt herself; I'd seen him smile in his sleep; I'd seen the deep, darkl ight in his eyes as he leaned over me... ~Max; Max; page 24

Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history.