Quotes About Contradiction

I change my mind a lot. I usually don't agree with what I say very much. I'm an awful liar.

One of the most famous paradoxes ever articulated is often known by the title 'the liar's paradox'. At its simplest you can express it just by saying: 'I am lying'. The liar's paradox is a complicated business, discombobulating to think about because after all, if I'm lying, then my statement 'I am lying' must itself be a lie, unless I was actually telling the truth, in which case I would have been telling a lie.

I was always either so unreasonably and pointlessly happy that no one place could seem to contain me, or so melancholy, so sick and silly with sadness that there was no place I could stomach the thought of entering. I hated it here. And I have never been as happy as when I was here. And these two things together confront me with the beak and claws of the True.

The reality is that dying isn't bad, but it takes forever. And that forever is no time at all. I know that sounds like a contradiction, or maybe just wordplay. What it really is, it turns out, is a matter of perspective. —David Foster Wallace "Good Old Neon" (2004)

Two hearted, a hypocrite to yourself either way

I hated it here. And I have never been as happy as when I was here. And these two things together confront me with the beak and claws of the True.

Why is the truth usually not just un- but anti-interesting?

One of the really American things about Hal, probably, is the way he despises what it is he's really lonely for

The worst thing about irony for me is that it attenuates emotion.

Devils are actually angels.

That her will and wishes had opposed my own just a little more. This by the way is known as Werther's Axiom, whereby quote the intensity of a desire D is inversely proportional to the ease of D's gratification. Known also as Romance.

Why is the truth usually not just un- but anti- interesting? Because

sometimes in the same week. There might even be—though

Nosotros, turistas, podemos disfrutar de nuestros sentimientos a favor de los derechos animales con las barrigas llenas de tocino.

The most interesting thing about the world is its fantastic and unpsychoanalyzed character, its wretched and gallant personality, its horrible idiocy and its magnificent intelligence, its unbelievable cruelty and its equally unbelievable kindness, its gorilla stupor, its canary cheerfulness, its thundering divinity, and its whimpering commonness.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It's sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it's actually very rough when you experience it.*

Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.