Quotes About Ambiguity

It was one of those nights when the air is blood-temperature and it's impossible to tell where you leave off and it begins.

The line between failure and success is so fine that we scarcely know when we pass it: so fine that we are often on the line and do not know it.

The line between failure and success is so fine. . . that we are often on the line and do not know it.

So pleasure was this: breaking, mixing, no longer knowing what was mine and what was his.

Are you seeing him?" he asked indifferently. I laughed, a kind of sob.

Para qué habrán servido entonces todas estas páginas. Me proponía aferrarla, tenerla otra vez a mi lado, y me moriré sin saber si lo he conseguido.

Era el hombre que siempre había amado, o un desconocido al que estaba obligando a asumir una fisonomía clara y definitiva?

Dass er niemand ist. Und für einen, der niemand ist, gibt es nichts Wichtigeres, als jemand zu werden. Daraus folgt, dass dieser Signor Sarratore ein unzuverlässiger Mensch ist.«

I slipped away, and am still slipping away, within these lines that are intended to give me a story yet in fact are nothing, nothing of mine, nothing that has really begun or really been brought to completion, only a tangled knot, and nobody, not even she who at this moment is writing, knows if it contains the right thread for a story or is merely a snarled confusion of suffering, without redemption.

Por qué te ha gustado? —le preguntó Nino. —Todavía no sé si me ha gustado. —Pero te ha intrigado. —Me ha hecho pensar. [...]

Only in bad novels people always think the right thing, always say the right thing, every effect has its cause, there are the likable ones and the unlikable, the good and the bad, everything in the end consoles you.

Scriveva, nelle ultime pagine, di sentirsi intorno tutto il male del rione. Anzi, buttava li oscuramente: male e bene sono mescolati e si rinforzano a vicenda. Marcello, a rifletterci, era veramente una buona sistemazione, ma il buono sapeva di cattivo e il cattivo sapeva di buono, un'amalgama che le toglieva il fiato.

For your whole life you love people and you never really know who they are.

Diferentemente do que ocorre nos romances, a vida verdadeira, depois que passou, tende não para a clareza, mas para a obscuridade.

No lo sé, es difícil dar una respuesta tajante que sea cierta

Yo estaba aturdida, tenía la sensación de que la piel me apretaba demasiado los músculos, los huesos. Esa era la verdadera vida de Carrano. O la falsa, pero a mí me parecía ya más propia de él que la otra.

Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity.

Such are the ills of our time, which flounders between apocalypse and normalcy. Are we in a crisis, or aren't we?

I felt a great need to tell him how I was surrounded, overwhelmed, by things of unknown or dubious meaning, things that weren't commensurate to me in any way.

The Other," I repeated, to buy time. I was pretty sure that the Other was a French construct having something to do with either sex or colonialism. "That's

I was going to do the subtle, monstrous thing where you figured out what you were doing and why.

In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen, or not perfectly understood. Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares.

Whether this was fashion or indigence was never clear to me.

Jeff sensed that he'd risen, that he was no longer someone who could be inconsequentially ignored. He sensed, too, that he was perceived as an opportunist and a carpetbagger.