Quotes About Ambiguity

Every word, every gesture is now loaded with ambiguity, nothing can be taken at face value. We speak to each other from a safe distance, pretending all the years we soaped each other's backs and pissed in front of each other never happened. We don't use any of the baby talk, code words, or short hand gestures that had been our language of intimacy, the proof that we belonged to each other.

In It's Only Temporary, Evan Handler confronts the ambiguities of life backward, forward, and in between. With hilarious honesty he reflects on the realization that we can start over again. It's Only Temporary is a heartfelt book for all of us who are getting younger and older at the same time.

Puedes imaginar lo que se siente cuando uno no quiere estar dentro ni fuera, cuando desea estar en ninguna parte y desaparecer?

I felt as if I were running in a labyrinth, chasing after something I could not see yet knew was important. I sensed it was just ahead, and then it would go around a corner, and I would be lost. I would have to decide what to do next, where to go, and what I needed to get out of that confusing place. If I stopped running and stood still, I would be accepting that what I had was all I would ever have. And then I would no longer be lost, because there would be nowhere else to go.

The moving cliff gave us the feeling we had to look behind us to know what lay ahead.

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

I find that I do not know what to believe, that I have not decided yet whether analysis simplifies and undramatizes our existence, or whether it is the most subtle, the most insidious, the most magnificent way of making dramas more terrible, more maddening.

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

There's no better cure for the fear of taking after one's father, than not to know who he is.

El color de la verdad es gris.

No estoy ni triste ni alegre; este aire de aquí te llena de una muy vaga exaltación y te hace conocer un estado que parece tan lejano de la alegría como de la pena; quizá esto sea la felicidad.

And if I live badly, whilst I'm waiting to decide how to live?

I always see, almost simultaneously, the two sides of each idea, and the emotion is always polarized in me.

It was that ambiguous hour when night is drawing to an end, and the devil casts up his accounts.

I am neither sad nor cheerful; the air here fills one with a kind of vague excitement and induces a state as far removed from cheerfulness as it is from sorrow; perhaps it is happiness.

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But how can I put a name to what it is that I want? How am I to know that I really don't want what I want, or that I really don't want what I don't want? These are intangibles that the moment you name them their meaning evaporates like jellyfish in the sun.

Masterpieces, not always distinguished or distinguishable among all the works with pretensions to genius, are scattered about the world like warning notices in a mine field.

half man and half marble.

Arthur Less has left the room while remaining in it.

Life so often arrives all of a sudden. And who knows which side you will find yourself on?

Here is what we need to discover about power: it is both better and worse than we could imagine.

I believe in low lights and trick mirrors.

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.