Quotes About Ambivalence

I fought the social media thing kicking and screaming. It can demystify. But it's a different world now, and that is part of what we, as humans, have developed: right, wrong, good, bad, I don't know.

I was perpetually this B-minus kid vacillating between eagerness and depression. I wasn't a bad kid, and I definitely wasn't aggressive, but I was a sad kid.

I'm not like, 'I act.' I'm like, 'I'm kinda floating. I kinda did this movie; it was kinda like going to camp, and I don't really know what any of this means!'

I went to college and did advanced electronical engineering, not really knowing what I wanted to do. It bored me to death, so I dropped out.

He would almost call this feeling for jeannette hate, if he were not so afraid it was love.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only white is white. There are no shades of it.

A chaste little kiss. Hardly even a kiss at all. Not that she would have invited his kisses, but—since he'd gone ahead and taken one and she was already damned for permitting it—was it too much to ask that he commit to it? Exercise a little follow-through? But

You know, I have always hated that expression, "a blessing or a curse." As if anything in life were so neatly divisible. Let's try this: a freedom, or something worse.

Nowadays the thief cannot be distinguished from his victim. Neither has any valuable objects on him.

I no longer see a future. I've been told when I get older That I'll understand It all. But I'm not sure if I want to.

Is that what I wanted? To be in the middle of something complicated and dramatic? To be a cheerleader for someone else's romance? Or to have a romance of my own?

There's no black and no white, just shades of grey...But the small betrayals lead to bigger ones, morality is eroded.

As if all of us existed only in the bondage of the will From inside each autonomy grows the light of grace; when it is not murderous; as if the Graces existed, were alive, in their ambiguity, their infinite delicacy . . .

revolved around Macbeth

What I mean to say is that you can make a choice, be reasonably satisfied with it, and still regret that which you did not choose. Maybe it's like ordering dessert. You have it narrowed down to either a warm peanut butter torte or strawberries jubilee. You choose the torte, and it's delicious. But you still wonder about those strawberries...

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.

going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere

Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't.

Mr Kline," the voice said. "Would you mind putting Mlinko on?" "Mlinko seems to be dead," said Kline. "Appears or is?" "Both," said Kline

Brian Evenson

The young Lucas may have been ambivalent about movies, but there was one entertainment, in fact one place, he was very passionate about. "I loved Disneyland," Lucas said—and so, it seemed, did George Lucas Sr., who flew the entire family to southern California to be there for the park's opening day in July 1955.81

When he woke, she was gone. He lay for a long while looking up at the tent roof, wondering how much he cared. He needed company, although he was never wholly comfortable with it; he needed a woman, although he was never wholly happy with one. He wanted to talk, although he knew most talk was an admission of non-communication.

Pug thought, that in a trivial way was like the President's. Some people had it, some didn't. He himself had none of it. In the Navy the quality was not overly admired. The name for it was "grease." Men who possessed it had a way of climbing fast; they also had a way of relying upon it, till they got too greasy and slipped.