Quotes About Ambiguity

Something stinks here, and this time, it's not just him.

There's something in the German language that makes you feel like you're getting a hug and a backstab at the same time.

I've always worked to find really deep meaning of song and also at the same time having it covered in sugar, so it can be taken two or three different ways.

Sometimes good art jumps out at me; most of the time I see bad art, or see nothing at all and just drift, feeling weird, pretending to be fine.

My mind and gut are never simpatico: Every time I think somebody likes me, she doesn't; every time I think somebody doesn't like me, she does. This has never changed and I'm certain it never will.

Look, we're in the time of the anti-hero.

He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.

As an actor, I still dont really know exactly what I am doing most of the time.

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.

Believing in everything at the same time is the same as not believing in anything at all.

The time has come for writers, especially those who are artists, to admit that in this world one cannot make anything out, just as Socrates once admitted it, just as Voltaire admitted it.

One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I tell him I like the idea of his having many women, the idea of my being one of them, indistinguishable. We look at each other. He understands what I've just said. Our expressions are suddenly changed, false, caught in evil and death.

Y.A.: Ça sert à quoi, écrire? M.D.: C'est à la fois se taire et parler. écrire. Ça veut dore aussi chanter quelquefois. Y.A.: Danser? M.D.: Ça compte aussi. C'est un état de l'individu, danser. J'ai beaucoup aimé danser. Y.A.: Pourquoi? M.D.: Je ne sais pas encore.

Má»™t cu?n sách m? ra, Ä'ó cÅ©ng là Ä'êm t?i...

they go along together without any sign of impatience, in the way they are alone in a crowd, without happiness, it seems, without sadness, without curiosity, going along without seeming to, without meaning to just going this way rather than that, alone in the crowd, never alone even by themselves, always alone even in the crowd.

Each day, following her walk, she must have felt all the more reassured: if she willed it, people scarcely saw her, she was almost invisible. She thought that she had been cast into a mold, the identity of which was extremely vague and to which a variety of names might be given, an identity whose visibility she could control.

On peut dire que tout est prédestiné, que tout est un arrangement extrêmement savant dont nous ne voyons qu'une toute petite partie. On peut dire aussi que tout est chaos, et je me heurterai à ce dilemme jusqu'au bout. (p. 166)

It is sometimes fortunate, that the means which are taken to produce certain effects upon the mind have a tendency directly opposite to what is expected.

It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes-often-neck and neck.

It was just that this was real life and no decision was clearly sign-posted. It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and you're life's a disaster. In real life it's often almost impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes--often--neck and neck.

Unless it was an elaborate double-bluff on Wayne's part and it was so obvious as to be not obvious at all Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Christ, it was too early in the morning for this sort of mental gymnastics.

I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled.

and it mightn't be