Quotes About Ambivalence

Submission or escape; to keep up the fair-and-square fight or compromise with lies; deception or placation; to be or not to be––which one is better? I don't know. I don't know, so it causes me suffering.

Once he makes up his mind, he's full of indecision (on Dwight D. Eisenhower).

Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision.

Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.

You're begging me to go Then making me stay Why do you hurt me so bad It would help me to know Do I stand in your way Or am I the best thing you've had

It seems I am fated always to be wading through the shite, thought Becket a few hours later, coughing and trying not to breathe through his nose. Before him stretched a foul plain down to the Thames mudflats, lined with long dykes. The nearest steamed gently before him: a dunghill of magnificent, epic size. Stench of piss and shit many weeks old was making the air blue above them and the number of different mephitic and disease-laden odours hardly bore thinking about.

I was both fed up with explaining and desperately craving an explanation.

Chàng trai ?y l?n lên gi?a ?ám ph? n?. T? ?ó hình thành thói c?m ghét ph? n? ti?m ?n và chi?u h??ng tình d?c không xác ??nh, gi?c m? ???c ngao du n?m châu b?n b?.

My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature. I wasn't really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Better the devil you know. I wonder why the only choice is twixt two devils, tho.

Do you not find it happens very often, that you are as gay as Garrick at dinner and then by supper-time you wonder why God made the world?

Arthur liked limbo. He thrived on it. He'd built a life around fuzzy boundaries, overlapping identities, conflicts of interest. Limbo was his element.

We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober either. Our exact positioning between these two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.

Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

Mis habitaciones eran tan agradables que tardé casi un día entero en darme cuenta de cuánto las odiaba.

Whenever he met him or saw him sitting somewhere - he felt only the sentiment that is generally termed tolerance: a very lukewarm emotional stew of disgust, contempt, and sympathy.

E poi? Che cosa avrebbe fatto poi? Non lo sapeva. Forse avrebbe ripreso la sua solita vita, forse si sarebbe sposato, forse avrebbe generato un figlio, forse non avrebbe fatto nulla, forse sarebbe morto. Gli era del tutto indifferente. Pensarci gli sembrava assurdo come pensare a quello che avrebbe fatto dopo la propria morte: naturalmente nulla. Nulla che già fin d'ora potesse sapere.

It seems to me that I will always be happy in the place where I am not.

He no longer wished to be dead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was glad to be alive. But at least he did not resent it. He was alive, and the stubbornness of this fact had little by little begun to fascinate him - as if he had managed to outlive himself, as if he were somehow living a posthumous life.

It was too small a step, somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost so much. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came to despise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own inertia; and the more inert he became, the more he despised himself.

Quinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made--and he had to make a choice--would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him to the end. At that moment, the two Stillmans started on their way again. The first turned right, the second turned left. Quin craved an amoeba's body, wanting to cut himself in half and run off in two directions at once. (Chapter 7)

También esto le inquieta, porque no recuerda ninguna ocasión en su vida en que haya sido tan reacio a hacer algo que tan claramente desea hacer. Estoy cambiando, se dice

Sometimes I wish Darth Vader had been my father. I'd have been better off. I wouldn't have a right hand, but I definitely wouldn't have the burden of being black and constantly having to decide when and if I gave a shit about it. Plus, I'm left-handed.