Quotes About Ambiguity

Lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. Proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. I'm not a pious hermit, I haven't done only good in my life. But if I'm to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.

Evil is Evil. Lesser, greater, middling… Makes no difference. The degree is arbitary. The definition's blurred. If I'm to choose between one evil and another… I'd rather not choose at all.

Evil is evil, Stregobor," said the witcher seriously as he got up. "Lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. Proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. I'm not a pious hermit. I haven't done only good in my life. But if I'm to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.

Dobrze jest ?y? w krainach nieoczywistych, poniewa? ich granice zawieraj? w sobie wi?cej przestrzeni, ni? wskazuje geografia. To s? otch?anie nieznanego, to jest niesko?czona dal domys?ów, uciekaj?cy horyzont wyobra?e? i fatamorgana s?odkich przes?dów, którym nigdy nie sprosta rzeczywisto??.

I used to think that everything was just being funny but now I don't know. I mean, how can you tell?

One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.

She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

He has the special quality of virginity, most and least ambiguous of states: ignorance, yet at the same time, power in potentia, and, furthermore, unknowingness, which is not the same as ignorance.

She looks wonderful, but she doesn't look right.

A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.

Una jovencita entra en el bosque tan confiadamente como Caperucita Roja de camino a la casa de su abuela, pero esta luz no admite ambigüedades y, una vez aquí, se quedará atrapada en su propia ilusión, porque todo en el bosque es exactamente lo que parece

For all cats have this particularity, each and every one, from the meanest alley sneaker to the proudest, whitest she that ever graced a pontiff's pillow — we have our smiles, as it were, painted on. Those small, cool, quite Mona Lisa smiles that smile we must, no matter whether it's been fun or it's been not. So all cats have a politician's air; we smile and smile and so they think we're villains

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

Ya no podía reír ni llorar, mentirse ni enfrentarse a la verdad, dejarse caer completamente ni tampoco enderezarse, quedarse ni marcharse, sentirse judía ni tampoco ya alemana, vivir ni morir.

Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.

You get a lot of borderline cases in libraries.

I'd like to know what you want out of life." "I don't know what I want anymore." I toyed with the delicate lace on my pillowcase, wishing that lovely things didn't have to be so fragile.

Literature is the haven of fluidity, of slippage from one character to another, of movement. Women tend to read far more novels than men do, perhaps because this kind of ambiguous floating and flirtation is just what a self-protective masculinity needs to keep away from.

What I love about science is that it demands of us a tolerance for ambiguity. It requires us to live with humility regarding our ignorance, withholding judgment until the evidence comes in. That needn't prevent us from using the little we do know to search for and decrypt new languages of reality.

'3:10 to Yuma' was one that I just kept on talking and thinking about after reading it. And I think the reason is because, like in most Westerns, you have the very clear-cut bad-guy/good-guy, however, as the movie progresses, you kind of see that it's a very fine line that divides these two.

What, if not Shakespeare, is open for interpretation?

I had the sense when I looked back over my life I would actually see a mess of decisions, a few of which I had thought about, some of which I had sort of stumbled on and many that I had no control over whatsoever.

I have absolutely no sense of my success whatsoever, in fact, I only have a sense of not doing what I intended to do. I don't know who I am.