Quotes About Ambivalence

Edgar Allan Poe widzia? kruka jako starego, brzydkiego, z?owrogiego ptaka. W zachodniej literaturze wiele jest takich negatywnych odniesie?. Jednak z symbolami jest tak, jak z innymi rzeczami w ?yciu cz?owieka: co dla jednego jest zbawieniem, dla drugiego mo?e by? gwo?dziem do trumny.

Most cats, when they are Out want to be In, and vice versa, and often simultaneously.

She was beginning to see how quickly something completely normal could suddenly seem sinister, if you chose to see it that way.

If this was the right thing to do, why did it feel so wrong? But no, it didn't feel wrong. It felt wretched. Horrific. A nightmare. But sometimes 'right' felt like that.

Mi értelme Shakespeare-nek? Tudom, hogy zseni meg minden, de állandóan csak károg. - De csitt, mi fény nyilall az ablakon? A rohadt Hold, az isten szerelmére. Szedd össze magad, Vili!

Now here he was, drunk and sober at the same time. Each half of him disgusted at the other.

There's something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don't give a damn whether they're getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don't even try to understand what we're here for. They just don't care.

one half leaning in, one half pulling away.

Good afternoon, Suzy Q. Are you ladies all right?" "Nobody's all right, Officer. Nobody's all wrong, nobody's all right. We all of us stuck in the middle." He

Lovat liked and detested London at the same time.

I looked out into the luminous grey twilight, aghast and in an obscure way proud at the thought of what I had lost, of what might have been.

uncomfortable as I felt around him, and as much as he repulsed me, it was impossible not to be simultaneously fascinated by him, for his was a consistently intoxicating presence. Whenever I saw him, I found myself in a state of near paralysis. In this, I was not alone. Everyone hated him, but no one could keep their eyes off him.

She felt quite friendly to her husband. He never struck her. He never abused her. He always gave her exactly the same sum of money every Saturday, whatever receipts the shop brought in. He didn't drink. He praised her cooking. But on the other hand—oh, how happy she always was when he was well out of the way and she was left alone!

It's like half of me really wants to be with you and the other half just wants to be over you...

I don't think I ever felt that good and that bad at the same time in my life.

I love you. I'm just not in love with you.

Should I smile because you're my friend or cry because that's all we'll ever be?

Should I smile because he's my friend, or cry because that's all he is?

There are no hard feelings...No one to blame, Just two people, who don't feel the same.

In movies there is a clear line between the good guys and the bad guys. In life, not so much.

I just killed my best friend...and my worst enemy." "What's the difference?

FLIRTATIONSHIP: More than a friendship, less than a relationship.

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe and 50 times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.

Horizontality is a desire to give up, to sleep. Verticality is an attempt to escape. Hanging and floating are states of ambivalence.