Quotes About Ambiguity

Because I knew so much about him, because I had been close to him, I couldn't bring the various fragments of my experience with him into a single coherent image. The truth was mobile and contradictory, and I was willing to live with that.

Looking is part of love, but what you see when you look is anybody's guess.

The attraction remains because there is something about him that I can't reach, something strange and estranging. I like seeing him from a distance. I know that. I like to see him in a room full of people when he looks like a stranger, and then to remember that I do know him and that I will be going home with him.

I'm excited about what the future holds. I'm not a fortune-teller; I have no idea how it will play out. People say, "What are you going to do?" I don't know. I kind of love that not knowing.

I love that people can't place me. They don't know my name. That's 'mission accomplished' in my world.

I've always wondered, am I a writer who preaches or a preacher who writes? I don't know. I love them both.

And after all this time that you still owe, you're still a good-for nothing I don't know.

I don't know what love means.

I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.

I love horses and I only ask-don't let me know which one we are eating today.

That is how it feels. Like everything between us is twisted together, friendship and love and family, so I cant tell the difference between any of them.

I do love the prose poem because it's such a perverse and provocative little box - always asking to be questioned, never giving a straight or definitive answer.

I will always remember you, even though you had no idea I was even in the room. My words wouldn't come, I could only dream. A crush or a love?

I'm not good at telling a joke, but I can say a line in a certain way that makes people uncomfortable because they don't know whether to laugh or not, and I love that comedy.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

I love painting. As far as photography is concerned, I understand nothing.

Are you going to tell him what you told me? he asked. About how you solved the case? I don't know, Stevie said as her breath puffed out in front of her like a feather of rots. No. I don't know. Maybe. No. And if I stay, it's more time to get what I need - anything I can find to bolster the case. Well, Nate said, now that we belong to The Shining reenactment society, you might as well go for it. Last chance.

Literature professes to be important while at the same time considering itself an object of doubt. It confirms itself as it disparages itself. It seeks itself: this is more than it has a right to do, because literature may be one of those things which deserve to be found but not to be sought.

I am not interested in theories, she had taught herself to say, for fear of being invaded by something other than a dream. But she was not certain what she meant and not sure that it was true.

In the hearing of the gods, who hear all, it is conversely unsafe to make a simple and direct statement.

I can't tell you if this is the right path; the future is too mountainous to see to far ahead. ... Only 'the gods' know what awaits us at its end.

Although Sharon was found in the ruins of Wichita, there is no way of knowing where her story originally occurred.]

I had said what I never meant to say, but what has been said cannot be unsaid, I enjoyed our silence, I was completely sober again, but all the same I had no idea what I was thinking, probably nothing.

She was seriously disappointed, a child I was treating like a woman, or a woman I was treating like a child, I didn't know myself which it was.