Quotes About Ambiguity

For her, Mr. Splitfoot is a two that is sometimes a one, mothers and their children, Nat and Ruth, life and death. "Are

F. Scott Fitzgerald famously described the importance of being able "to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time," while still retaining "the ability to function." I was quickly becoming practiced at this discomfiting balance.

I felt ill at ease with all this air about me, lost before the confusion of innumerable prospects.

Perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

At no moment do I know what Im talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and still be short of the fifty-first, to close the circuit, that I know, without knowing what it means.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of how shall I say, I dont know.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

We play out our days as we play out cards, taking them as they come, not knowing what they will be, hoping for a lucky card and sometimes getting one, often getting just the wrong one.

Inexorable etrangete! D'une vie mal defendue, rouler jusqu'aux des vifs du bonheur. How inexorably strange! In this shaky life, to throw even the quick dice of happiness. -Rene Char

He is no wise man who will quit a certainty for an uncertainty.

He delighted to tread upon the brink of meaning.

For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.

Endings to be useful must be inconclusive.

The clean, clear ending that society keeps looking for is impossible to find.

She was...that's the whole entirety.

There is no articulate resonance. The common problem, I suppose, is to have more to say than vocabulary and syntax can bear. That is why I am hunting in these desiccated streets. The smoke hides the sky's variety, stains consciousness, covers the holocaust with something safe and insubstantial. It protects from greater flame. It indicates fire, but obscures the source. This is not a useful city. Very little here approaches any eidolon of the beautiful.

A widow's refusal of a lover is seldom so explicit as to exclude hope.

To Ben's eye, there were no apparent signs of wealth, though he wasn't sure what he'd expected. Fountains?

Her sadness was an ecstasy, a guilt, an assignation.

Hell's only the flip side of Paradise. Sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the two.

If this went on much longer, Mary Augustin told herself, her brain would be riddled with question marks, hundreds of little hooks set so deep they'd never let go.

There's a lot you can't tell about people, looking in from the outside" -Hanna

Tell me this isn't happening," she murmured. "I was about to ask you the same thing," Aria said.