Quotes About Contradiction

It isn't only art that's incompatible with happiness; it's also science.

I am I, and I wish I wasn't

I am, and wish I wasn't.

All this is true and false; and it is true and false to say that it is true and false.

I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my arms on  awaking; I drank and danced all night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.

I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my arms on awaking; I drank and danced all night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.

We dreamt of light, but hoped for darkness.

Debo comunicarle una cosa muy importante, monsieur, todos damos asco. Somos todos maravillosos, y todos damos asco.

an impossible geometry

Nous sommes tous merveilleux, et nous sommes tous répugnants, Alessandro Baricco

Siamo gente schizofrenica, che al mattino ragione come Hegel, e dopo pranzo si muta in pesce, e respira con le branchie.

Damos asco todos. Somos maravillosos todos, y damos todos asco

But don't get me wrong...driving a truck doesn't make me a redneck. I don't have a gun rack in it. I have a wine rack.

Joy sometimes has a strange effect: it can oppress us almost as much as sorrow.

Who talks most about freedom and equality? Is it not those who hold the bill of rights in one hand and a whip for affrighted slaves in the other?

There were times when one thought the opposite of what one really felt. That was very common, and this was an example of exactly that.

Why?" Rhett's mouth twisted in a smile. "Because she was so full of fire and so recklessly, stubbornly brave. Because she was such a child beneath all her pretenses. Because she was unlike any woman I had ever known. She fascinated me, infuriated me, drove me mad. I loved her as consumingly as she loved him. From the day I first laid eyes on her. It was a kind of disease.

Sometimes those who are easiest to love are hardest to respect. - Ashley Wilkes

Such questions are labeled 'ipsative,' which means that if in reality you have both, the question makes it impossible for you to show up with both.

The incongruity of the sacred altar and its pagan base seemed to Joan a perfect symbol of herself: a Christian priest, she still dreamed of her mother's heathen Gods; a man in the eyes of the world, she was tormented by her secret woman's heart; a seeker of faith, she was torn between her desire to know God and her fear that He might not exist. Mind and heart, faith and doubt, will and desire. Would the painful contradictions of her nature ever be reconciled?

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

Mrs. Pollifax wondered why, when she was being her most serious, people found her so amusing.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.