Quotes About Ambivalence

I don't think I'm ready for New York.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

PLATONIC, adj. Pertaining to the philosophy of Socrates. Platonic Love is a fool's name for the affection between a disability and a frost.

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

I'm drawn between the light and dark.

Morality is often very immoral.

Confusion of a Writer - Sometimes I want all limelight to shine on me and sometimes I just want to vanish underneath the deep waters.

Today, much of journalism and politics are in a kind of collusion to oversimplify and personalize issues. No room for ambivalence. Plenty of room for the personal attack.

Damned Neuters in their Middle way of Steering Are neither Fish nor Flesh nor good Red Herring.

I'm a pusher dealing hope, at the intersection of Desire and Despair.

Hellingafwaards. Je wil wel, maar moet lopen alsof je niet wil.

It is, after all, hard to know what to choose when you aren't really sure what you want.

restrain the natural impulse in times of ambiguity and disorganization to push prematurely for certainty and closure. It is tempting to rally around, to have "everyone pulling together," in the neutral zone, but be careful that you don't unwittingly squeeze out dissent or other ways of thinking.

it is natural to feel somewhat nervous and confused at such a time. As the old patterns disappear from people's minds and the new ones begin to replace them, people can be full of self-doubts and misgivings about themselves and their leaders. As their ambivalence increases, so does their longing for answers.

What the neutral zone is and why it exists can be seen in figure 4.1. It is a time when all the old clarities break down and everything is in flux. Things are up in the air. Nothing is a given anymore, and anything could happen. No one knows the answers: one person says one thing and someone else says something completely different.

Why do you hate the South?I dont hate it…. I dont hate it…. I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

I continued to doubt. But I was not afraid. I just didn't want this to end.

Music had been his undoing, he told the boy in ironic self-deprecation. His bane and his salvation. It had gotten him through tough times that would have otherwise been unbearable and it had made everything else he had gone at twice as hard.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

Men never cling to their dreams with such tenacity as at the moment when they are losing faith in them, and know it, but do not dare yet to confess it to themselves.

V: You were everything to me, Stanley. Everything. S: You still love me? V: It's like a big stone in the road. S: And all those others? V: You know the way a bat bounces sounds off objects to find out where it is?

Jean-Jacques Rousseau left us a story about the origins of social inequality that continues to be told and retold, in endless variations, to this day. It is the story of humanity's original innocence, and unwitting departure from a state fo pristine simplicity on a voyage of technological discovery that would ultimately guarantee both our 'complexity' and our enslavement. How did this ambivalent story of civilization come about?

our standard historical meta-narrative about the ambivalent progress of human civilization, where freedoms are lost as societies grow bigger and more complex – was invented largely for the purpose of neutralizing the threat of indigenous critique.

I was once again doing something I didn't want to do, and once again I didn't know why. I was leaving the beach to drive back "home" where it was cold and wet. While the mountainous city of Asheville was certainly a beautiful place, I felt better near the ocean. I'm not saying the ocean is better than mountains, fields, cities, rivers, or anywhere else; the ocean was simply my preference.