Quotes About Contradiction

The contradiction between the government's avowed actions to protect the country from Ebola and the Obama administration's lenient immigration policy, which has allowed a flood of illegals carrying any number of diseases across the nation's southern border, has been noted by many.

I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

the cure for a toothache was to slap the other side of your face.

The problem with the heart is how it can have so many opposite feelings coursing through it all at the same time. It's really an inconsistent thing- appreciating something one minute and hating it the next.

How could a man with so much heart die from a heart attack?

What a paradox that is. The things you dislike the most succeed in taking up the majority of your mental time.

I am a ginger tim. I am a boy racer. I am a housewife. I am a pain in the arse.

I am a ginger tom. I am a boy racer. I am a housewife. I am a pain in the arse.

A short-haired Barbie would be an oxymoron.

Highsmith's life and work would always give the appearance of a balancing act.

That's when it all hit me and I started laughing. I'd just had incredible, indescribable sex with the hottest guy I'd ever met—and I was still a fucking virgin. Jesus. Just like high school. I couldn't give this shit away.

It's strange, isn't it, how we can push people away because we want to be near them? Isn't that the silliest thing?

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

People have often accused me of inconsistency but i feel that i have always, at any given junction, done the same thing. Exactly what i pleased.

Hoping for a thing often seems the best way o' bringing on the opposite

Linda's uptight too, but in a disheveled way. Her wires are crossed and split and her energy flow is a mess.

He'd always loved how she fought him. He loved the crackle and spark of her wit. Now he discovered he also loved the way she lay against him in what felt like perfect trust. … Antonia was a tall, vital woman, no shrinking miss. Now she felt brittle and vulnerable. He tightened his hold and told himself the surge of protectiveness meant nothing. Again he couldn't quite believe it.

Elle n'aime pas sortir, je n'aime pas rentrer. Elle n'aime pas jouer, je n'aime pas perdre. (L'échappée belle, p.63)

But what is "public property" if not an oxymoron?

No, one could speak neither of distressed or of destitute; this street was, instead, smiling and terrible, much like the expression of intelligence and generosity that the faces of the dead have. It was a dead street, or at least that's how I defined it to myself, hoping to be able to find later a less vehement and irrational description, something that turned out to be impossible.

Have you taught her to kill, Priest? Can you teach her such a thing? She's so wise in her innocence, so innocent in her wisdom.

Love does not make me gentle or kind.

Although a monster Geryon could be charming in company.