Paradoxical Existence Quotes

It's an unnerving thought that we may be the living universe's supreme achievement and its worst nightmare simultaneously.

We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to arise between Nothing and Something, in the morning the Nothing vase cast a Something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that, at night the Nothing light spilled from the guest room spilled under the Nothing door and stained the Something hallway, there's nothing to say.

Isn’t everyone’s life a mass of contradictions?

Life and death: they are one, at core entwined. Who understands himself from his own strain presses himself into a drop of wine and throws himself into the purest flame.

And nothing is, but what is not.

I am a living contradiction.

When you consider it from a human perspective, and clearly it would be difficult for us to do otherwise, life is an odd thing. It couldn't wait to get going, but then, having gotten going, it seemed in very little hurry to move on.

We were an extraordinary paradox. We are finite creatures made for the infinite.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

Like apes, we breed, sleep, and die. Yet like God we say, "I am." We are ontological oxymorons.

If we carry this line of argument to its logical conclusion, the meaning of life consists of the flaws in one's conceptions and what one does about them. Life can be seen as a fertile fallacy.

He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes. - Doctor Sleep

The deeper our faith, the more doubt we must endure; the deeper our hope, the more prone we are to despair; the deeper our love, the more pain its loss will bring: these are a few of the paradoxes we must hold as human beings. If we refuse to hold them in the hopes of living without doubt, despair, and pain, we also find ourselves living without faith, hope, and love.

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.

I kind of live in this weird world where I am exposed to a lot of stuff, but then again I am not exposed to a lot of stuff.

Which is why we cannot say of the purloined letter that, like other objects, it must be or not be in a particular place but that unlike them it will be and not be where it is, wherever it goes.

Life involves maintaining oneself between contradictions that can't be solved by analysis.

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

I am the epitome of a walking contradiction for various reasons, only one of which being that I feel my existence is of heaven and hell.

Even in pure mathematics they can't remove all paradox, and the rest of us should also recognize we are going to have to endure a lot of paradox, like it or not.

I also believe that when one dies, one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

From earliest childhood the boy was accustomed to feel that, for him, life was double. Winter and summer, town and country, law and liberty, were hostile, and the man who pretended they were not, was in his eyes a schoolmaster -- that is, a man employed to tell lies to little boys.

If it wasn't for the devil, we wouldn't be here, would we?

Across planes of consciousness, we have to live with the paradox that opposite things can be simultaneously true.