Quotes About Ambiguity

mysterious like the moon, she would delight you in her glow, her light alone can make you question yourself.. & who was she? She will never let you know.

There's a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.

You can sum up this sport in two words: You never know.

I went through baseball as a player to be named later.

They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds.

Sometimes that light at the end of the tunnel is a train.

My career is an open book, but my life is not.

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

Our whole lives are a struggle with mysteries. Mysteries endanger us, support us, destroy us. Our great scientists have cleared away these mysteries in some directions by deepening them in others.

Reading Kafka, I sense that the elicited questions are always just beyond my understanding.... They promise an answer but not now, perhaps next time, next page. Something in his writing... allows me approximations, intuitions, half-dreams, but never total comprehension.... Kafka offers me absolute uncertainties which fit so many of my own.

In the world of ideas everything was clear in life all was obscure, embroiled.

If you're a human being, you'll be seeing something of both, because we've always wanted things both ways.

That horrible Benito Hoover! And yet the man had meant well enough. Which only made it, in a way, much worse. Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.

All this is true and false; and it is true and false to say that it is true and false.

El pasado ya no tenía formas ni el futuro nubes.

There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded efforts to keep a tight ontological control are rendered silly and indulgent.

We dreamt of light, but hoped for darkness.

Il buio sospende tutto. Non c'è nulla che possa, nel buio, diventare vero.

Cos'era?» «Non lo so» Gli si illuminarono gli occhi. «Quando non sai cos'è, allora è jazz»

Ecco cosa abbiamo raccolto, un frutto ambiguo: la luce bella di un ricordo e il privilegio di una commozione che per sempre ci renderà eleganti, e misteriosi. Voglia il cielo che questo basti a salvarci, per tutto il tempo che ci sarà dato, ancora.

Quando non sai cos'è, allora è jazz.

Forse è che la vita, alle volte, ti gira in un modo che non c'é proprio più niente da dire.

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