Quotes About Ambivalence

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

I remember wanting to flee her, and being unable to flee her, so in need of her and half hating her for it, and I still am nauseous from it.

The guy's name was Colt. Colt, said Thebes. Like a baby, male horse? I guess, said the guy, or a gun. Well, which do you prefer? she said. What do you mean? he asked. Like, how do you prefer to think of yourself? As a baby, male horse? No, he said, he didn't really like to think of himself that way. Well, then, as a gun? she said. No, not really, he said. He preferred basically not to think of himself at all.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.

There was no one she wanted to see more. There was no one she wanted to see less. Why? she whispered. Why are you here? The winds blew, he said.

Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go so desperately.

I was in heaven, I was in hell, Believe in neither, But fear them as well.

I do not think that less is necessarily more. But I don't think that more is necessarily more either.

I don't know why I thought of Dottie as my friend but I did. I believe she thought the same way about me although she really didn't like me. In those days, among the people I mixed with, one had friends almost by predestination. There they were, like your winter coat and your meagre luggage. You didn't think of discarding them just because you didn't altogether like them.

It wasn't that I wanted a husband and a baby; I didn't, or rather, I only wanted them the way I wanted to live to a hundred: someday, far off, never thinking about the particulars.

It was exactly what I wanted, only once I was in it, I didn't want it after all.

It wasn't that I wanted a husband and a baby; I didn't, or rather, I only wanted them the way I wanted to live to a hundred: someday, far off, never thinking about the particulars. But they meant life: she was living, and I wasn't.

You're one of those people who fall off a tree and never quite reach the ground.

You're one of those people who fall off a tree and never quite reach the ground.

I'm not sure whether to thank you or report you to the police

He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.

She took one of her poodle's charcoal biscuits out of the packet and ate it herself. 'Either these are quite delicious or quite disgusting. Like many things in life, it's rather hard to tell which,' she said.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

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.

My eyes move from side to side. I try to focus but I can't. I know why I'm here and I don't know why I'm here. I understand, and then I don't. I think it's fair, and then I don't. I wish I'd never done what I did, and then I'm glad I did. I want to scream, but I don't.

I try to focus, but I can't. I know why I'm here, and then I don't know why I'm here. I understand, then I don't. I think it's fair, and then I don't. I wish I'd never done what I'd done, and then I'm glad I did.

She was afraid to be alone. She didn't know what to do; she couldn't spend another moment thinking about this, beating herself up about it, but she didn't feel it was right not to either.

Or maybe another baby might have helped us. Another try. Of course, that's the worst reason to have a child, anyone on the street can tell you that, because no one can handle being an attempt at something from the very start, (1998: 200)

I most often land up taking up the roles that I most detest.