Quotes About Ambivalence

O God, make me good, but not yet.

She loved this city. She just didn't like it much.

Sometimes he'd get annoyed at it, want to be left alone, wished he'd gone skateboarding, but mostly not.

I am completely half afraid to think.

Marc Marronnier is twenty-seven years old, he has a beautiful apartment, a cool job and still he doesn't kill himself. Go figure.

No no no no yes yes yes no maybe

You die. It's over. But right now, I'm not sure.

He started to feel better. Or to say the same thing in another way: He started to feel less. His eyes slowly swerved from side to side. He felt, as he did in most places, slightly out of place—a spy in enemy territory. He was not really comfortable anywhere anymore—his old softer world or his new hardened one. So he straddled both. Truth was, he was only comfortable—pitiful as it sounded—when he was with Olivia. Damn

Do you know where he went earlier that day?" Tawny shook her head. The stale stench of hairspray and regret wafted toward him.

She was almost in love with him. No, that's impossible, she thought: either you are or you aren't. Love's the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it's a you-do or you-don't proposition with them all. (Chapter 1)

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere

She was almost in love with him. No, that's impossible, she thought: either you are or aren't. Love's the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it's a you-do or you- don't proposition with them all.

The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.

I have only a few reasons to keep on running, and a truckload of them to quit. All I can do is keep those few reasons nicely polished.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you're worth.

Am I happy? All I can say is I guess so. That's pretty much the way it is with dreams.

Am I happy? If you asked me this, I'd have to say, 'Yeah, I guess.' Because dreams are, after all, just that: dreams.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

O sentimento era de esperança, misturado com uma série de outras emoções - excitação, resignação, confusão, medo -, e tanto interrompia de repente como acabava por esmorecer. Como quando somos arrebatados por um súbito optimismo, para logo a seguir termos a certeza de que tudo irá acabar mal. E é quase sempre o que acaba por acontecer.

Realise, as the long hot days freakishly repeat themselves, one after the other, that whatever I am doing I really think I ought to be doing something else.

My writing is progressing slowly, but at least it's moving forward. I'm sure that's the case. The only problem is that I'm never absolutely certain that what I've written is any good.

For me, taking photographs is such a tortured process. I'm always feeling like I'm not getting enough: I'm in the wrong place, the light isn't good, the subject's not comfortable.

I despise writing in general, but yeah, I love writing the stuff that I direct.

I hated baseball. I really didn't like baseball at all until someone decided they were going to pay me... Every year I played in the big leagues, the day the season ended, I called my buddies in West Virginia and said, 'I'll be home tomorrow.'