Quotes About Contradiction

Sostén. No quiero ser el fuerte, pero tampoco quiero ser el débil. ¿Por qué siempre da la impresión de que hay que ser uno u otro? Cuando nos abrazamos, siempre hay uno que aprieta con un poco más de fuerza.

I hate the way I don't hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Qué sutil ironía: justo cuando dejamos de querer matarnos, empezamos a morir. Cuando nos sentíamos fuertes, nos quedábamos sin fuerzas.

Although what I have basically been doing about the rain is ignoring it, to tell the truth. How I do that is by walking in it. I did not fail to notice that those last two sentences must certainly look like a contradiction, by the way. Even if they are on such thing. One can very agreeably ignore a rain by walking in it. In fact it is when one allows a rain to prevent one from walking in it that one is failing to ignore it.

Cavanaugh believed that the term "martial arts" was a self-contradiction. When it came to combat, there was nothing artistic, nothing smooth and graceful about it.

Why would someone for whom talking was torture want to talk all the time before thousands of Athenians? Because otherwise he'd have drown himself at high tide. My sister- so shy, so sincere- once wanted to be an actress. The best jazz drummer I've ever heard had only one arm. We all choose a calling that's the most radical contradiction of ourselves.

Either way, but especially the latter, hurt the feelings he supposedly didn't have.

Es verdad que hay muertos que están vivos? Eso es bien sabido. Bailan, cantan, hacen el amor. ¿Y se matan unos a otros? Eso nunca.

Los refranes son siempre ambivalentes, a una sentencia le corresponde su opuesta, en eso consiste la sabiduría popular, en no equivocarse nunca y lo mismo a quien madruga Dios le ayuda que no por mucho madrugar amanece más temprano.

I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.

The feeling, a paradoxical mix of pulsing energy and profound peace

I would have liked you better as a criminal or a terrorist than as a militant in the cause of happiness.

Supongo que en una mujer hasta el odio es una forma del amor.

Nobody comes here anymore, its too crowded

I never said most of the things I said.

I want to stay still and to keep moving. I want this life and another.

Life is complex, conceptually dominated by binaries but never wholly contained by them.

How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably?

From where I stood it was a pose that collapsed many periods in her life into one: mother and lover, big sister, best friend, superstar and diplomat, billionaire and street kid, foolish girl and woman of substance.

The only thing to see is the obligatory third-world Coke billboard, ironic in exact proportion to the distance from its proper American context. This one says COKE—MAKE IT REAL. Just after the Coke sign there is a contrary sign, an indication that irony is not a currency in Liberia. It is worn by a girl who leans against the exit in a T-shirt that says THE TRUTH MUST BE TOLD.

Strange inversions proliferate.

I want to stay still and to keep moving. I want this life and another. Don't look for me!

Millat was half sure that he was possibly maybe going to do something or not that would be correct and very silly and fine and un-good.

Some of these wall-eyed fellers who look jest as if they was walkin' in the shadow of Christ himself, right down the sunny road, now they can think of things en' do things that are really hell-bent.