Quotes About Ambivalence

I inhaled deeply, feeling of two minds about the benefits and detriments of smoking. On one hand, tobacco robbed me of my wind, but on the other, it gave me something to do while the devil was tempting me!

You're at the age where the rush of the job has passed and the grind of the job is taken in stride, and this is the time when you're wondering if it wouldn't be so bad if you just stopped giving much of a shit and rolled along doing as little as possible.

I'm torn between the desire to create and the desire to destroy.

I feel torn between the desire to create and the desire to destroy.

I'm not a superhero. I'm background. I'm a good person wrapped in mediocre soul. I want to be better. I really do. But even now in my greatest moment I know this is as good as it will ever get for me and it's not that good. I have a small heart, a dark heart, a heart filled with exactly equal amounts of good and evil, one that is weak and will take us only so far, but for now it propels us higher and higher and higher.

Living like this means the year stops making sense, and the month and the week. The dates fall away from the days, like glass punched out of window frames, or ice cubes out of a tray into a sink, identical, dateless, nameless durational blobs, melting into an undifferentiated puddle. Is that a Saturday, a Friday, a Monday? Is that

I really don't have any solutions and I don't like movies that do.

The truth is I never knew him well—only well enough to know that I didn't wish to know him better. •

was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

This is how we girls are. At times we want to be wanted, even when we deny it.

Com taquicardia, respiro fundo, olho ao redor, só não me lembro mais por que eu tanto queria atravessar a rua. Este lado é como um espelho do outro, com os mesmos pedestres aflitos para atravessar de volta, os mesmos minúsculos botecos com idênticas bundas grandes do lado de fora, além de uma banca de jornal igual a todas, onde vejo exposta uma primeira página tenebrosa.

Busquei abrigo num quiosque, e me perguntei se algum dia saberia viver longe do mar, em cidade que não terminasse assim num acidente, mas agonizando para todos os lados.

The world constantly sways me between poet and malcontent.

Wine is a turn-coat, first a friend, then an enemy.

Bog je kao alkohol. Što dublje toneš, sve više se pitaš da li je to uopšte bila dobra ideja.

I don't know whether to punch you or hug you.

If I went home, I was a loser. If I went inside, I was a criminal. So basically, I had no choice. The inside of the building smelled musty,

Contrary to popular wisdom, growing older does not make you less conflicted. In fact, you become more and more conflicted by the second. You can see all sides of any given thing. It's all stupid bullshit and you want all of it, everything, and you also want none of it,

futilidad que las animaban.

People are torn between the pathetic safety of not knowing, and the desire to know.

A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe.

It's lovely. I hate it.

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You must be all a-tingle with excitement.' 'I guess so,' I said, but I did not feel a-tingle. I did not feel a-anything.