Quotes About Contradiction

People ask me for my advice then do the complete opposite? Why ask me in the first place?

Buddhists and Christians contrive to agree about death Making death their ideal basis for different ideals. The Communists however disapprove of death Except when practical.

Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

I'm sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone have a better life. That's "Irony".

Isn't it ironic that being immortal would reveal the fool's errand of immortality?

A desire to succeed in politics is propelled by these two seemingly contradictory forces, which frequently change places and sometimes coexist: to save others and to save oneself.

We are disgusted by the things that we desire, and we desire what disgusts us.

As a forecaster, Marx shared the common destiny of all prophets: to be belied by events.

Destiny has a constant passion for the incongruous.

There is no dignity in a crying toothpick.

My dignity and good television - they'll never meet.

Question reality, especially if it contradicts the evidence of your hopes and dreams.

For dhrames always go by conthraries my dear.

No school can supply an anti-liberal education, or a fascist education, as these terms are contradictory. Liberalism and education are one.

I've had no sexual education, but I have six children.

To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation.

Well, when I was at Leeds it was the best and worst time of my career, because when I was a kid it was my ambition to play for Middlesbrough, where I was born, and my dream to play for Leeds, and everyone said I couldn't have two teams.

I am a limousine liberal.

Nothing makes logical sense in this industry.

The best mannered people make the most absurd lovers.

I am not one of those actresses who loves acting.

The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface. Sometimes she would feel it there and not even know its source.

And my own feelings? Shame. For I had lied. Of course I loved books more than people. Of course I valued Jane Eyre over the anonymous stranger with his hand on the lever. Of course all of Shakespeare was worth more than a human life. Of course. Unlike Miss Winter, I had been ashamed to say so.