Quotes About Ambivalence

Cats hate a closed door, you know, regardless of which side they're on. If they're out, they want to get in, and if they're in, they want to get out.

To be honest, I don't want No. 1's anymore. Now, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind the odd few, but I'd also like a record going in at eight and staying around.

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

I just can't feel lukewarm about a character. I either despise her, admire her, or don't understand her and want to understand her.

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

When I see the attention movie stars get, it doesn't make me want to be in that position at all.

When I was younger, there were moments where I said, 'I'm not going to have children.' And then moments when I wanted four. And now I definitely want another, but I don't know when.

It was like I was asking for attention, but I didn't really want attention.

The first day of the rest of my life, and I'm not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really don't feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadn't bothered.

If a news camera shows up, people will line up, they want to be seen. But at the same time they want both to be chosen and not singled out. I think that is an endless struggle within most.

Now I'm confused. Now I don't know what I want.

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

I'm not sure that an art career would have any benefit for me; I'm not sure it's what I want. I don't think I want to be a designer-rock artist.

I never really wanted kids. I didn't not want them, but motherhood just wasn't something that pulled at me.

Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don't really want to live in it.

I still don't know how to drive. I don't go anywhere, really. My brother drives me. I walk around my neighborhood but I don't go anywhere, nor do I want to.

our greatest enemies are those who are without certainty. The ones with questions, the ones who regard our tidy answers with unquenchable scepticism. Those questions assail us, undermine us. They…agitate. Understand, these dangerous citizens understand that nothing is simple; their stance is the very opposite of naivety. They are humbled by the ambivalence to which they are witness, and they defy our simple, comforting assertions of clarity, of a black and white world.

Importance lies solely in the deeds done, the goals achieved. Time is preparation, nothing more. One prepares for as long as is required. To do this is to accept that planning begins at birth. You are born and before all else you are plunged into shadow, wrapped inside the holy ambivalence, there to suckle sweet sustenance.

Skintick could not find himself in that future. He did not expect to complete this journey. He was not sure he even wanted to.

As much as it grieves me to say, there are times when getting what one wants yields nothing but confusion. It turns out that what one wants is in fact not at all what one wants. Worse is when you simply don't know what you want. You'd think death would discard such trials. If only it did.

Is it possible to be totally partial?

But she wished she had had the guts to go up to him and say hello. Or possibly break his legs, she wasn't sure which.