Quotes About Ambivalence

I saw the drawbacks of fame as a kid. It wasn't for me.

Audiences grew to like this duality of feeling, where you're both championing a character and you're revolted by them.

I really enjoyed the period in which I played my cricket. I can look back now and wish I started 10 years later and played in the T20s. But I also wish I was born 10 years earlier so that I could have been part of the all-conquering West Indies team of that time.

Eleven years of acting it has been for me, and I still sometimes think I am not cut out for this. I hate the people-pleasing that goes with it, and the stupid politics, but that is with every kind of work and job.

This Army of Light was mine. I had summoned it. I had DRAWN it. Could I have stopped it? I don't know. The truth is, I didn't want to.

Etienne, didn't worry enough, Jules thought in despair. Ever since childhood it had been Jules who was the serious one, the one who had to accept the responsibility while Etienne ambled along through life with endearing blitheness. "You arranged for the men to be waiting at the church?" "Of course." "And you told them nothing?" "Only that they would be paid well for the work. And I parked the motorboat

again I am torn between the necessity and the impossibility of answering.

I would like to erase the consequences of certain events and restore an initial condition. But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts, and each of these new facts brings with it its consequences; so the more I seek to return to the zero moment from which I set out, the further I move away from it:

It's not that you expect anything in particular from this particular book. You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything.

Ci voleva poco acume per indovinare che quella lunga disquisizione sulla vecchiaia non significava altro che il mio timore che trovandomi in corsa traverso il tempo, non potessi più essere raggiunto dall'amore. Pareva gridassi all'amore: «Vieni, vieni!» Invece non sono sicuro di aver voluto quell'amore e, se v'è un dubbio, risulta solo dal fatto che so di aver scritto circa così.

You do want to see him, but at the same time you don't. He attracts and repels you equally.

Veel van de levenden zijn ook vaag en op drift, die tekortkoming is niet louter aan overledenen voorbehouden.

Muchos de los vivos también se ven borrosos y a la deriva, no es un defecto exclusivo de los difuntos.

When parents don't take responsibility for their own unfinished business, they miss an opportunity not only to become better parents but also to continue their own development. People who remain in the dark about the origins of their behaviors and intense emotional responses are unaware of their unresolved issues and the parental ambivalence they create.

The characters that have greys are the more interesting characters. The hero who sometimes crosses the line and the villain who sometimes doesn't are just much more interesting.

'Profit' was an intriguing fellow that couldn't be approached as a villain or a hero. The challenge in hanging a show on a character like Jim Profit was that we knew that we were in for a rough reception.

When something happens far back in the past, people often can't recall exact details. Blame depends upon point of view. There may be a villain, but reality is frustrating because it's often ambiguous.

I have always been reasonably anonymous, but I suppose that has gone with the success of 'Homeland.' I feel a lot more visible, which is good and bad. Good because I am getting recognition, but I am slightly apprehensive because I always enjoyed my anonymity.

Thus angel embodies neatly the idea that "the muscular body functions as a powerful symbol of desire and lack." Angel is manly but not a man, and his display of masculinity points to the ambivalences that surround gender.

Do I often feel conflicted or ambivalent regarding my relationship with this person?

Create a fog within a fog

It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.

I'm still not sure I didn't die

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.