Quotes About Ambiguity

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

In this calm and stupid life, I never know how I should act.

I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.

Voi fi întotdeauna cel care a aÈ™teptat s? i se deschid? uÈ™a, în faÈ›a unui perete f?r? u??".

To organize our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I've shaped my life, almost without thinking about it, but I did it with so much instinctive art that even to myself I've become a not entirely clear and definite individual.

I know not what tomorrow will bring.

And I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

A vida é a hesitação entre uma exclamação e uma interrogação. Na dúvida, há um ponto final.

Life is the hesitation between an exclamation mark and a question mark. After doubt there is a full stop.

Mi espíritu está todo hecho de vacilación y duda. Nada, para mí, es o no puede ser positivo; todo oscila a mí alrededor, y yo con ello; sólo soy incertidumbre. Todo es para mí incoherencia y cambio. Todo es misterio y todo es significante. Cada cosa es un símbolo «desconocido» de lo Desconocido.

Four times in the false year the false season Changed, in the immutable course Of times's progression. Dryness follows greenness, and greenness dryness, And no one knows which is first, which Is last, and they end.

Duas vezes jurei ser O que julgo que sou, Só para desconhecer Que não sei para onde vou.

I also have my crochet. It dates from when I began to think. Stitch on stitch forming a whole without a whole … A cloth, and I don't know if it's for a garment or for nothing. A soul, and I don't know if it's for feeling or living. What

I feel a kind of horror at the superior tyranny that obliges us to keep walking even though we have no idea what it is that our uncertainty is going to meet.

Lucru aruncat într-un ungher,cârp? c?zut? în strad?,fiinÅ£a mea ignobil? în faÅ£a vieÅ£ii ia tot felul de forme...

moja najbolja ostvarenja - mjese?ina i ironija.

Y fue así que nos despertamos en un mundo ávido de novedades sociales y que alegremente se lanzaba hacia la conquista de una libertad que no se sabía muy bien lo que era y de un progreso que jamás pudo definir.

Se mi capita di essere coerente, è solo per incoerenza della mia incoerenza.

I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. — Fernando Pessoa, opening lines to "[I have in me like a haze]," trans. Richard Zenith, Fernando Pessoa and Co.: Selected Poems (Grove Press, 1998)

To organise our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I've shaped my life, almost without thinking about it, but I did it with so much instinctive art that even to myself I've become a not entirely clear and definite individual.

Não sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Não posso querer ser nada. À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.»

To be lucid is to be indisposed towards oneself. The only legitimate state of mind when looking inside oneself is that of someone who sees only nerves and indecisions.

I've never known if it was my sensibility that was too much for my intelligence, or my intelligence that was too much for my sensibility. I've always been late, I'm not sure if for the former or for the latter, or perhaps for both, or perhaps it was the third thing that was late.

La vida es la duda entre una exclamación y una interrogación. En la duda hay un punto final.