Quotes About Contradiction

Given that (a) early feminists were steadfastly opposed to censorship and abortion, and (b) modern feminists are steadfastly committed to censorship and abortion, is it fair to say the feminist movement has lost its way? In other words, Diane, why can't you be more like Susan B. Anthony?

I am sure that, on the one hand, the Rothschilds appreciate the merits of Marx, and that on the other hand, Marx feels an instinctive inclination and a great respect for the Rothschilds.

I was lying, but I wanted to rouse him. I have an inborn urge to contradict; my whole life has been a mere chain of sad and futile opposition to the dictates of either heart or reason. The presence of an enthusiast makes me as cold as a midwinter's day, and, I believe, frequent association with a listless phlegmatic would make me an impassioned dreamer.

The market came with the dawn of civilization and it is not an invention of capitalism. ... If it leads to improving the well-being of the people there is no contradiction with socialism.

You learn more and more that everything exists at once with its opposite, so the contradictions of life are never-ending and somehow the mediation between these opposites is the game of life.

You should know I disagree with a lot of traditional advice. For instance, they say the best revenge is living well. I say it's acid in the face—who will love them now?

Besides, who wants to read about success, anyway? Successful serial murderers, maybe.

However, you should know I disagree with a lot of traditional advice. For instance, they say the best revenge is living well. I say it's acid in the face—who will love them now?

Mystics seem to have no shame about contradicting themselves left and right. They blithely proclaim that the cure for pain is in the pain itself and that the cry of longing is the sigh of merging. That's because the path of the mystic reconciles contradictory propositions (such as harrowing sorrow and radical amazement) and blesses us with an extended capacity to sit with ambiguity, to treasure vulnerability, to celebrate paradox as the highest truth.

I don't have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who'd be mad at me for saying that.

Ur. It is strange in you gentlemen poets that you always condemn the pieces which every one runs after, and speak well only of those which no one goes to see. You display an unconquerable hatred for the one, and an inconceivable tenderness for the others.

We are a rotating cast of aspects of self that are shown to one person, or in one setting, and hidden in another. Memorial services are often jarring in this regard: friends and relatives eulogize the deceased in such conflicting terms they might be talking of different people.

I wanted to fuck her and protect her all at the same time. I wanted to keep her and push her away. I was everything in opposites, and I felt torn apart by her.

The ways she was different from any other woman in my life could not be counted. I didn't want to say she was sweet, because that seemed to negate all the ways she was fierce. I didn't want to say she was generous, because it would deny the ways she was selfish. I'd never had a woman in my life show me so much of herself.

An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a definite proposition... A contradiction is just the automatic gainsaying of anything the other person says." No, it's not...

The contradiction is not between empire and nation; it is between empire and democracy. It is that contradiction that Asian American studies is especially poised to expose and explain, but the field must embrace empire as an analytic and overcome nationalist impulses to reproduce a typical "American" story.

In a nutshell, I am not unaware of my failings. Neither am I a stranger to irony.

But the truth is, nothing delights me more than a biography of one of the truly great that proves he or she was an absolute shit.

I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so alone. I see no signs but the symbols of contradiction. I try to dispose myself to faith, hope and charity, but my will is a blown reed in the winds of despair.

How queer, the Hindus don't feed their cows although they call the cow "mother"!' Bakha thought.

Gough was a serious student but found time to gain a blue in rowing; he was later to say that the sport was an apt one for men in public life because you could face one way while going in the other.

Well, we never expected this!" they all say. "No one liked her. They all said she was pretentious, awkward, difficult to approach, prickly, too fond of her tales, haughty, prone to versifying, disdainful, cantankerous, and scornful. But when you meet her, she is strangely meek, a completely different person altogether!" How embarrassing! Do they really look upon me as a dull thing, I wonder? But I am what I am.

Hiç önemsemiyormu? gibi gözüküp, deliler gibi önemsiyordum. bu da benim ikilemimdi.

The concept of life and perfection is incompatible. BUT so is death and perfection