Quotes About Ambiguity

What is is?' 'I don't know. I don't even know if it's true or if it's a dream.' 'That's alright. Truth and Dreams are always getting muddled.

She appeared eventually in an enormous pair of black sunglasses and a flimsy cotton dress that insinuated everything and said nothing

Because life doesn't work that way. You can do everything perfectly. Do everything you think you're supposed to be doing. Fulfill every expectation that other people may have. And you still won't get the results you think you deserve. Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.

Uncertainty is the essential, inevitable and all-pervasive companion to your desire to make art. And tolerance for uncertainty is the prerequisite to succeeding.

The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.

The boundary between the real and the unreal had been let down in Foote's mind, and between the comings and goings of the cloud-shadows and the dark errands of the ghosts there was no longer any way of making a selection. He had entered the cobwebby borderland between the human and the animal, where nothing is ever more than half true, and only as much as half true for the moment. ("There Shall Be No Darkness")

Things... are not always what they seem." the first quotes comes to us in chapter 2: Conspiracy Theory, By Officer Duke Agnew investigating a drowning death on the western shore in the shadow of the Chesapeake Bay bridge.

How can a man be so brave and so stupid, so gentle and so cruel, so warming and so detestable -- all at the same time?

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

sometimes knowing sucked.

Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew he'd worked with WICKED.

Thomas rolled over, glad it was dark so no one could see the look that had settled across his face. It wasn't a smile, exactly. Not quite a happy expression. But almost. And for now, almost was good enough.

maybe its all gonna be over" "Yeah, right." Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once

don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. "You're—we're—doing the right thing." "I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Michael didn't know how or when it ended.

I am going to be careful not to make too much sense

It was easy not to think of my future; I didn't have one.

Why should jokes and metaphors give such pleasure? Because we can't stand very much ambiguity. Cognitive dissonance makes us uneasy, and for good reason-survival depends on making the world as predictable as possible. So when we figure something out, when we impose order on what seems chaotic, we heave a psychological sigh of relief.

Real war was the thousands of Chinese refugees dying of cholera in the sealed stockades at Pootung, and the bloody heads of Communist soldiers mounted on pikes along the Bund. In a real war no one knew which side he was on, and there were no flags or commentators or winners. In a real war there were no enemies.

Ours is a precarious language, as every writer knows, in which the merest shadow line often separates affirmation from negation, sense from nonsense, and one sex from the other.

When in doubt, mumble.