Quotes About Ambiguity

I don't know what to do,' he said at last. 'I don't know what will happen.' 'If you did, you would only be making a selection, not a choice.

That's the thing about digging holes," Quinn said. "There are no assurances you'll find what you want—or want what you find.

Moral issues rarely have yes or no answers. -Myles to Alanna when she asks about the Gift

Confound you, what are you? A daisy crossed with a razor-some kind of hybrid of Heaven and the Pit?

From the things that get told, I would prefer not to know him any better.

She was troubled to find herself so joyous in the face of such dark tomorrows, weird bargains, terrible uncertainties.

She did not understand what to do; she did not understand herself. All the amorphous pain that had welled up in her before, all that longing without a name, had now found a name, and with a name it was no better.

He stretched his crayoned mouth, and nodded, and there stood all his actors in a line, though somehow it was still hard to count them, still difficult to be sure how many of them there were.

The question was now blatant and astonishingly unanswerable. Had they been a boy and a gentleman in the roles of a girl and lady in the roles of a boy and a gentleman? Which? Either? Both?

I like the modern form. Anyone who absolutely has to understand everything he sees misses a lot. It's not always true that obscure words come from obscure thoughts.

Four eyes full of gleams and radiance beneath their lashes, filling the looking-glass. Questions shooting out and then hiding again. I don't know: Gleams and radiance, gleaming from you to me, from me to you, and from me to you alone—into the mirror and out again, and never an answer about what this is, never an explanation.

The promise was a strong tie, hard, but I knew where I stood. If it's gone, I don't know where I am. When there's a strong scent in the spring twilight, I know least of all.

There were things here too that could not be described as either the one or the other - but they belonged to such a place and one had to accept everything as it came

That's what poems are for, so you don't understand a thing.

It's neither and it's both. That's the perfect kind of art. Labels only detract from the artist's intention.

Anything might have been anything else and had as much meaning to it.

The future is called perhaps, which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

arrive?" He immediately shrugged

Sometimes I look back on what happened and wonder if it was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. The

People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

The stone bench is gray. The grass is gray. My life is dirty gray

It's amazing how something can be blue and yet absolutely colorless.

We] glide serenely through the water, safe in our knowledge that we are nothing more than a blurry peripheral shape glimpsed in passing through the foggy, tinted goggles of the swimmer in the next lane.