Quotes About Ambivalence

I see Canada as a country torn between a very northern, rather extraordinary, mystical spirit which it fears and its desire to present itself to the world as a Scotch banker.

So dancing was not something I had a great desire to do.

He who does not desire or fear the uncertain day or capricious fate is equal to the gods above and loftier than mortals.

It's no exaggeration to say that the undecideds could go one way or another.

I love being from the States and having that pride. But at the same time, there is a lot of expectation.

I don't really know why I went to law school.

I was one of those guys who never wanted to start their own business. I never saw myself as a leader. I saw myself as a great No. 2.

I left the ending ambiguous, because that is the way life is.

I been asked about my legacy and I really don't care much about the legacy.

I felt so conflicted about having fled the rez as a kid that I created a whole literary career that left me there.

Even when I played in little league as a kid, I liked making friends, but I didn't want to be there, really.

I read that book, 'Lonesome Dove,' and I told my agent that they were gonna make a miniseries out of it and I wanted to be in it. I didn't care what part.

I have had this interesting love affair with London and England, though I don't know how London feels about me.

I really have a love-hate relationship with New York. I will talk to New York and be like, 'You are so hard on me. You are so difficult to be around. Why?'

'Macbeth,' I am ambivalent about. I don't like that play, in fact.

I was hopeful of his answer, or fearful of it. The answer was a slight shrug.

Honestly, David, sometimes when they all start I don't know whether to scream or just walk out into the sunset. [...] - Why don't you do both? Walk into the sunset screaming?

She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface. Sometimes she would feel it there and not even know its source.

Some people are scared by the sunsets, some determined to be elated, but most of us don't know how to feel, are ready to go either way.

I have to admit we are mired in the most exquisite mysterious muck. This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

The daughters are tired of kissing each other, although some are not.

It's a big shift. I don't know quite how to explain it. Between wanting and not wanting, caring and not caring. Of course it's a lot more than that too. Shock and aura. Things are stronger and brighter and I feel on the edge of something inexpressible.

What if—is more complicated than that? What if maybe opposite is true as well? Because, if bad can sometimes come from good actions—? where does it ever say, anywhere, that only bad can come from bad actions? Maybe sometimes—the wrong way is the right way? You can take the wrong path and it still comes out where you want to be? Or, spin it another way, sometimes you can do everything wrong and it still turns out to be right?

You live in the same kind of grayness as the filthy stuff that formed you.