Quotes About Ambiguity

Questa è la riva del mare. […] Né terra né mare. E' un luogo che non esiste.

Il problema è questa strada bella strada questa strada che corre e scorre e soccorre ma non corre diritta […] Curiosamente, si disfa.

È stato allora che ho perso le mie ultime certezze. Ed è lì che ho finalmente trovato me stesso. Ma non l'ho riconosciuto. - Viscovitz camaleonte, p.106

most of the great accomplishments of the world have not been made by people who were certain.

That's unfortunate. Because most of the great accomplishments of the world have not been made by people who were certain. The accomplishments have come about as a result of people who had doubts. I don't know if this is going to work. I don't know how to solve this problem. And then they work on it. As opposed to, Well, this is the way to solve the problem.

If you're fucked up in the head there's no explanation. You might think about it one way one minute then two hours later you'll think about it totally different. It's too confusing to even try and put your head around it. Now, can we leave it alone?

when writing a biography, you can't trust certainties. Just as you're about to pounce on something that will condemn you to a tidy answer, pooooofff! It vanishes.

The night is a very bad time for questions to which there are no answers." Mr Badule looked at her. "You are very right, my sister. There is

we live out our years as best we can, not knowing their number, not really knowing, in the case of most of us, why we do what we do and how we came to be where we are; thinking we know it, but suspecting that we do not really know.

The world was not perfect -- it never had been and never would be; it was full of pitfalls and problems, of fear, of regrets, and of bitter tears. Here and there, though, there were tiny points of light, hard to see at times, but there nonetheless, like the welcoming lights of home in the darkness. The flames that made these lights were hard to ignite, but occasionally, very occasionally, we found that we had in our hands the match that could be struck to start one of these fires. p. 197

There were times when one thought the opposite of what one really felt. That was very common, and this was an example of exactly that.

Life's goalposts, and hurdles too, are never in the right place, she told herself; and they have the unfortunate habit of shifting within seconds. One sees them, and then suddenly they are no longer there, where they should be, but somewhere altogether elsewhere.

Do not think that in any case where there are two competing arguments one of them has to be right: both can be wrong.

If everybody is a villain, then nobody is a villain

How complex this world is, he thought; how easily may things appear to be one thing and then prove to be another. And how easy it was to see the worst

Beaupré, in his native country, had been a hairdresser, then a soldier in Prussia, and then had come to Russia to be outchitel, without very well knowing the meaning of this word.3

I've shed my own skin and merged into the fog.

The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

I just have a feeling," Dortmunder said. "This is turning into one of those dreams where you keep running down the same corridor and you never get anywhere.

Managers do not solve problems, they manage messes.

She didn't say yes or no; she said nothing in a rush of words. After she had rung off, it began. Slowly at first. Like fog wisping into his mind. Only a small doubt. He could, at first, brush it away. But it moved in thicker; tightening around the coils of his brain, blotting out reason.

While he was thinking of her, the bus had bumbled away and she was crossing the slant intersection, coming directly towards him. Not to him; she didn't know he was there in the high foggy dark. He saw her face again as she passed under the yellow fog light, saw that she didn't like the darkness and fog and loneness. She started down the California Incline; he could hear her heels striking hard on the warped pavement as if the sound brought her some reassurance.

You shouldn't ask me whether I like him or not. The way you mean it, I don't suppose I like anybody.

Runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.