Quotes About Ambiguity

I didn't do what they said I did. I may have done enough so that I don't know if I can prove my innocence.

You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are.

HERACLES. I understand no more. Thy words are riddles.

You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are.

I don't know what it means, but I didn't mean it.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?

Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

Sometimes I don't know whether I'm real or whether I'm a character in one of my novels.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

We'll meet you on some corner. I'll be the man smoking two cigarettes.

Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen...

He stretched out his arms towards the dark water in a curious way, and,far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling involuntarily I glanced seaward - and distinguishing nothing except a single green light, minute and faraway, that might have been the end of a dock.

He had long been outside of the world of simple desires and their fulfillments, and he was inept and uncertain.

She was a brave, hopeful woman and she was following her husband somewhere, changing herself to this kind of person or that, without being able to lead him a step out of his path, and sometimes realizing with discouragement how deep in him the guarded secret of her direction lay. And yet an air of luck clung about her, as if she were a token...

Later in the garden she was happy; she did not want anything to happen, but only for the situation to remain in suspension as the two men tossed her from one mind to another; she had not existed for a long time, even as a ball.

I don't understand yet how it all happened.' 'Neither do I.' He smiled grimly. 'I guess these baby parties are pretty rough affairs.

hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort

I don't like innuendo in these deafening English whispers.

Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers...

I hadn't the faintest idea what 'this matter' was, but I was more annoyed than interested.

I was within and without simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life

Es-tu amoureux de moi? me demanda-t-elle à voix basse. Sinon, pourquoi fallait-il que je vienne seule? — C'est tout le mystère du château des brouillards.

sono troppo giovane per essere vecchia e troppo vecchia per essere giovane! Non riesco a collocarmi in nessuna categoria.