Quotes About Ambiguity

The thing I'm most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I'm going to do. Of not knowing what I'm doing right now

Instead of a stable truth, I choose unstable possibilities.

Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.

Strong and independent? I'm neither. I'm just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.

I'm not very good at giving anyone a clear no.

The tricky thing about mazes is that you don't know if you've chosen the right path until the very end. If it turns out you were wrong, it's usually too late to go back and start again. That's the problem with mazes.

Probably. Again with the probablys. A world full of probablys, she said.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That's life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what's going on.

You are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first.

You're here," I continued. "At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you've hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

When you're surrounded by endless possibilities, one of the hardest things you can do is pass them up.

Maybe in a few years I'll be able to explain things better, but after a few years it probably won't matter anymore, will it?

I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

I couldn't be sure if I had moved forward or fallen behind, or if I was just circling over the same spot.

Where are you now?' Where was I now? Gripping the receiver, I raised my hand and turned to see what lay beyond the telephone booth. Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again, I called out for Midori from the dead center of this place that was no place.

In real life things don't go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.

I'm not very good at putting my feelings into words. That's why people misunderstand me.

I spend more time being confused than not," I answered.

Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it.

In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil. Good and evil are not fixed stable entities but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil in the next second. And vice versa.

Even so, everything was ever so slightly off, as if little by little the tracing paper had slipped irretrievably from the lines of summers past.

The book didn't come to any conclusion, and nobody wants to read a book that doesn't have one. For me, though, having no conclusion seemed perfectly fine.

I'm still not sure I made the right choice when I told my wife about the bakery attack.But then,it might not have been a question of right or wrong. Which is to say that wrong choices can produce right results, and vice versa. I myself have adopted the position that,in fact, we never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.