Quotes About Ambiguity

Maura calling her?" I shrug.

again, so had the rest of the

There was something more going on here, something darker and more insidious at work. She

He kept replaying his conversation with Winston O'Connor, the first big break in days. Clearly the National Institutes of Health had a strong interest in Sidney Pavilion. The question was why. O'Connor's explanation that the NIH wanted to keep an eye on its interests rang hollow. Why single out the Sidney Pavilion? There had to be a reason. But

Liz Gorman. As in the Raven Brigade." He told Win about Fred Higgins's call. Win leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. As usual his face gave away nothing. When Myron finished, Win said, "Curiouser and curiouser.

So add up all the new clues and… Broome didn't have a clue. And

Do you know where he went earlier that day?" Tawny shook her head. The stale stench of hairspray and regret wafted toward him.

You cannot locate Shakespeare in his own works, not even in the sonnets. It is in this near invisibility that encourages the zealots who believe that almost anyone wrote Shakespeare, except Shakespeare himself.

Uno de los dones más peculiares y originales de Kafka es que sus relatos parecen haber regresado de nuestro olvido, dejándonos siempre con la sensación de que perseveramos para olvidar lo que sentimos cuando experimentamos esas extrañezas.

There never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art, there are many. These truths challenge each other, recoil from each other, reflect each other, ignore each other, tease each other, are blind to each other. Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

She was almost in love with him. No, that's impossible, she thought: either you are or you aren't. Love's the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it's a you-do or you-don't proposition with them all.

he always told his daughter the rest of it, quietly and solemnly, but Jean Louise sometimes thought she detected an unmistakably profane glint in Atticus Finch's eyes, or was it merely the light hitting his glasses? She never knew.

For a while' in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years.

while" in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years. Jem and I exchanged glances. "Jem's growing

Son, I can't tell what you're going to be—an engineer, a lawyer, or a portrait painter. You've perpetrated a near libel here in the front yard. We've got to disguise this fellow.

First thing you learn when you're in a lawin' family is that there ain't any definite answers to anything.

The poetry was so ahead of its time no one has deciphered it yet

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Please remember: things are not what they seem.

The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.