Quotes About Ambivalence

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

Late in the afternoon we returned to the First Vestibule. Just before we parted Raphael said, 'I love the quiet here. No people!' She said the last part as if it were the greatest advantage of all. 'Don't you like the people in your own Halls?' I asked, puzzled. 'I like them,' she said, with no very great enthusiasm. 'Mostly I like them. Some of them. I don't always get them. They don't always get me.

I'm Ambivalent. In fact that's my new favorite word. Do you know what it means ? I don't care.

I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

Swami Vivekananda says: "Fortune is like a flirt—she will run away from you when you want her, but if you are not interested in her, she will come chasing you.

Will you miss me?" "I hope not," he muttered, feeling surly for no reason he could recognize. "I shall miss you." Alert, he studied her. "You will?" "No. It seemed like the thing to say.

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll e flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

Neurotic, ha! I let out a scornful laugh. If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

Remember how you asked me where would I like to live best, the country or the city? And you said... And I said I wanted to live in the country and in the city both?

Look what can happen in this country, they'd say. A girl lives in some out-of-the-way town for 19 years, so poor she can't afford a magazine, and then she gets a scholarship to college and wins a prize here and a prize there and ends up steering New York like her own private car. Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolley-bus.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

If neurotic is wanting two mutally exclusive things at once and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutally exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.' Buddy put his hand on mine. 'Let me fly with you.

if neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then i'm neurotic as all hell

Se ser neurótico é querer ao mesmo tempo duas coisas mutuamente excludentes, então eu sou uma baita de uma neurótica. Vou ficar correndo de uma coisa mutuamente excludente pra outra pelo resto da minha vida.

Se nevrotico vuol dire desiderare contemporaneamente due cose che si escludono a vicenda, allora io sono nevrotica all'ennesima potenza. Volerò su e giù dall'una all'altra per il resto dei miei giorni.

The photographer fiddled with his hot white lights. 'Show us how happy it makes you to write a poem.' I stared through the frieze of rubber-plant leaves in Jay Cee's window to the blue sky beyond. A few stagey puffs were traveling from right to left. I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if, when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.

Sabía que debía estarle agradecida a la señora Guinea, sólo que no podía sentir nada. Si la señora Guinea me hubiera dado un pasaje a Europa, o un viaje alrededor del mundo, no hubiera habido la menor diferencia para mí, porque donde quiera que estuviera sentada -en la cubierta de un barco o en la terraza de un café en París o en Bangkok- estaría sentada bajo la misma campana de cristal, agitándome en mi propio aire viciado.