Quotes About Ambiguity

Se poate prevedea destinul unui om, dar nu cel al unei c?r?i.

Everything that can be classified is perishable. Only what is susceptible to several interpretations endures.

If there is so much discomfort and ambiguity in lucidity, it is because lucidity is the result of the poor use to which we have put our sleepless nights.

Être moderne, c'est bricoler dans l'incurable.

Gdziekolwiek si? rusz? - to samo odczucie nieprzynale?no?ci, bezu?ytecznej gry. Udaj? zainteresowanie czym?, co mnie zupe?nie nie obchodzi, kr?c? si? tu i tam, ale nigdy nie jestem "w ?rodku", w ?adnym okre?lonym miejscu. To, co mnie przyci?ga, znajduje si? gdzie? indziej, czym za? owo "gdzie indziej" jest - nie wiem.

Noble gestures are always suspect. Each time, we regret having committed them. Something false about them, something theatrical, attitudinizing. It is true that we regret ignoble gestures almost as much.

What's wrong—what's the matter with you?" Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for. . . .

What's wrong--what's the matter with you?' Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for....

The universal view melts things into a blur

All twilights are on my side.

Impossible for me to know whether or not I take myself seriously. The drama of detachment is that we cannot measure its progress. We advance into a desert, and we never know where we are in it.

my nature forces me to drift, to remain forever in the equivocal

A mesure que l'art s'enfonce dans l'impasse, les artistes se multiplient. Cette anomalie cesse d'en être une, si l'on songe que l'art, en voie d'épuisement, est devenu à la fois impossible et facile.

I am both wound and knife"—that is our absolute, our eternity.

We never follow the consistent rationalist for long; once we pluck out his mystery and know where he is headed, we abandon him to his system

Because, the fact is, no matter what spin you choose, you just don't know. You can't know. So go out, have a good time, make the most of your life.

I can't tell anymore. Which is long and which short, the river flowing east or thoughts farewell brings on?

In overlooking, denying, evading this complexity--which is nothing more than the disquieting complexity of ourselves--we are diminished and we perish; only within this web of ambiguity, paradox, this hunger, danger, darkness, can we find at once ourselves and the power that will free us from ourselves.

But a disguise could go too far. Catching sight of myself in the broken windows of the gatehouse, I loosened the knot of my tie. I was still unsure what role I was playing.

In a real war, no one knew which side he was on, and there were no flags or commentators or winners.

Appearances proved nothing and everything.

Bama captures a moment that contains a paradox: she seeks an identity, but seeks a change which means an end to that identity.

To the extent that I had come to understand that despair does not necessarily result in annihilation, that one can go on as usual in spite of it, I had become hardened. Was this what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities? I didn't like it, but it made it easier to go on.

Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?