Quotes About Contradiction

I don't know what it means, but I didn't mean it.

Amory smiled discreetly...'But beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit--the Rousseau, the Tolstoi, the Samuel Butler, the Amory Blaine-

I'm a cynical idealist.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

I'm a cynical idealist.' He paused and wondered if that meant anything.

Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say.

The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.

When people have so much for outsiders didn't it indicate a lack of inner intensity?

It is not unlikely that she would have accepted any idea encased in this radiant formula—which was perhaps not a formula; it was the reductio ad absurdum of all formulas.

That's quite different. I told you I wouldn't want to tie my life to any of the boys that are round Tarleton now, but I never made any sweepin' generalities.

Dresses well. Pretends that dress is superficial—but knows that it isn't. 3.

I was within and without simultaneously enchanted and repelled by inexhaustible variety of life.

Our specialty is stories about little girls who break their spines and get adopted by grouchy old men because they smile so much. You'd think we were a race of cheerful cripples and that the common end of the Russian peasant was suicide— Six

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. Myrtle

I was within and without simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life

You're three or four different men but each of them out in the open. Like all Americans.

You know, you're a little complicated after all." "Oh no," she assured him hastily. "No, I'm not really - I'm just a - I'm just a whole lot of different simple people.

Charles asked. "We did not!

the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.

I sometimes think that I enjoy suffering. But the truth is I would prefer something else.

What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?

To understand, I destroyed myself. To understand is to forget about loving. I know nothing more simultaneously false and telling than the statement by Leonardo da Vinci that we cannot love or hate something until we've understood it.

Yes, everything's just fine. It's all perfectly fine. Except for one thing: it's all screwed up.