Quotes About Contradiction

I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.

Don't you find it fascinating, boy-o, that the people who call on God the most believe in God the least?

Perhaps the world is not as a simple a place as I would like it to be. No one is following any of the principles that they are supposed to.

It's such a difficult lesson to understand that someone can be wrong in theory and yet right in practice--because we want the world to be black and white, right and wrong, us and them.

nh?ng b?n n?ng c?a chúng ta ho?t Ä'á»™ng ch?ng l?i nh?ng b?n n?ng c?a chúng ta, có th? nói nh?ng ph?n b?n n?ng c?a chúng ta ho?t Ä'á»™ng thay cho nh?ng b?n n?ng c?a chúng ta...

Virtue and absolute power may strike the Anglo-Saxon mind as terms which it is impossible to harmonize.

My favorite, how did you put it now? Landscapes, animals, plants? Favorite what? Books, music, architecture, painting? I don't have any favorite animals, no favorite mosquitoes, favorite beetles, favorite worms, even with the best will in the world I cannot tell you which birds or fish or predators I prefer, it would also be difficult for me to have to choose much more generally.

Sara: As professor emeritus, you ought to know why it hurts. But you don't know. Sara: You know so much, and you don't know anything.

How sad the world is, so beautiful yet so absurd...

But your eyes were bequeathed to me— As anathema And a blessing.

People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid.

schizophrenic land of liberty

When I write down my thoughts, they do not escape me. This action makes me remember my strength which I forget at all times. I educate myself proportionately to my captured thought. I aim only to distinguish the contradiction between my mind and nothingness.

Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears. We can rediscover the continuity of time only in the novels of that period when time no longer seemed stopped and did not yet seem to have exploded, a period that lasted no more than a hundred years.

Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.

This prospect was in absolute contradiction to the optimism in which we children of the coast had been brought up, and I opposed the idea with shocked protests. But for me the true, living confutation of those arguments was Lll: in her I saw the perfect, definitive form, born from the conquest of the land that had emerged; she was the sum of the new boundless possibilities that had opened. How could my great-uncle try to deny the incarnate reality of Lll?

Il Re deve stare al gioco: non stipendia forse il Matto apposta per farsi contraddire e canzonare? È antica e saggia usanza nelle corti che il Matto o Giullare o Poeta eserciti la sua funzione di capovolgere e deridere i valori sui quali il sovrano basa il proprio dominio, e gli dimostri che ogni linea diritta nasconde un rovescio storto, ogni prodotto finito uno sconquasso di pezzi che non combaciano, ogni discorso filato un bla-bla-bla.

Gegenwärtiges und Zukünftiges, Erfahrung und Hoffnung treten in der christlichen Eschatologie in Widerspruch zueinander, so daß durch sie dem Menschen nicht Entsprechung und Einstimmigkeit mit dem Gegebenen zuteil wird, sondern er in den Widerstreit von Hoffnung und Erfahrung hineingezogen wird.

Our language is funny — a fat chance and slim chance are the same thing.

I've learned, sometimes in very difficult situations, to operate confidently in paradox.

You do want to see him, but at the same time you don't. He attracts and repels you equally.

Well, have you ever known someone who is nice and nasty, who makes you love them one minute and hate them the next? Who makes you feel wonderful and terrible and you never know which one it is going to be?

I feel like I should apologize. I didn't want to like you, but I couldn't help it." "Really? I wanted to like you. Wow, you're like the meanest woman ever.

It is the paradox of history that each generation is converted by the saint who contradicts it most.