427 Quotes About Paradox

In a beautiful paradox of the smile that cries and the tears that smile, the trick that fails and the follies that sail, they had decided upon giving it a try.

he who speaks parables knows and understands the real meaning of parables better

Sonnet IIf thee must say that I am not who I am,That I am not real or true,Then thou must say you are not as well,For we either walk in fairytales and dance to our dreams,Or we die trying to capture a miracle between the ordinary moments, We rejoice in the gratitude for our needs met, But we pray for the staircases and open doors to our desires,We redefine our gratitude with another day, Another dance of praise to Thee for undoing are mistakes of unneeded wants and needs we want, but not met.

Here is a paradox: People who think imperfect are closer to perfection than their counterparts who claim that they're perfect or closer...

In this temporal existence, perfection is an illusion, regardless of those who believe in its concept. Perfection is devoid of any value. Perfection, after all, implies you've reached the zenith. There is no possibility or potentiality. There is no room for imagination. There is no ability to visualize a concept. Perfection is limited by its own nature, which in short, is zero.

We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.

Such is the demographic paradox of mine with all the insecure, introverted, timorous, dejected and gloomy souls out there; worrying about how to make you happy and extend your lives on a daily basis inevitably shortens my own. smh...

All those who perish in the wrath of God  Here meet together out of every land;And ready are they to pass o'er the river,  Because celestial Justice spurs them on,  So that their fear is turned into desire.This way there never passes a good soul;  And hence if Charon doth complain of thee,  Well mayst thou know now what his speech imports.

Starlight encased in flesh. Fire burning in so much water. Poetry living in hard spaces. oh, how the body loves