Quotes About Ambiguity

I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey.

...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...

The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away.

It was possible she might not have the right feeling after all, that she wasn't in love, wasn't in limerence, but was in some unnamed place alone.

The person who offends, and the person who has been offended and awaiting for a revenge have one thing in common: the real uncertainties of tomorrow is truly uncertain to both of them.

deceivers shall always be at the junction of double mindedness

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

Neal huffed. Frustrated. "I hate that you thought I wouldn't call--I hate that everything is so tentative between us right now. When did everything get so tentative?

The guy's name was Colt. Colt, said Thebes. Like a baby, male horse? I guess, said the guy, or a gun. Well, which do you prefer? she said. What do you mean? he asked. Like, how do you prefer to think of yourself? As a baby, male horse? No, he said, he didn't really like to think of himself that way. Well, then, as a gun? she said. No, not really, he said. He preferred basically not to think of himself at all.

It's impossible to move through the stages of grief when a person is both dead and alive, the way Min is. It's like she's living permanently in an airport terminal, moving from one departure lounge to another but never getting on a plane. Sometimes I tell myself that I'd do anything for Min. That I'd do whatever was necessary for her to be happy. Except that I'm not entirely sure what that would be.

I eto, to je moje unutarnje protuslovlje: mjesto da sam matemati?ar, ja slikam. S tim raskolom u sebi, što može ?ovjek posti?i više od diletantizma?

America had become a Persian bazaar of self-help. But there still seemed to be no clear answers.

The less humans can solve a mystery, the more interesting it becomes

They finished their coffees. Nadia asked if Saeed had been to the deserts of Chile an seen the stars an was it all he had imagined it would be. He nodded and said if she had an evening free he would take her, it was a sight worth seeing in this lie, and she shut her eyes and said she would like that very much, and they rose and embraced and parted and did not know, then, if that evening would ever come.

Not—please understand me—that I was convinced that I had made a mistake; no, I was merely unconvinced that I had not made a mistake. I was, in other words, confused.

When the uncertain future becomes the past, the past in turn becomes uncertain

and he said if anyone should leave the home they had built it was him. But as he said this he felt he was acting, or if not acting then so confused as to be incapable of gauging his own sincerity.

Saeed was certain he was in love. Nadia was not certain what exactly she was feeling, but she was certain it had force.

They were achingly beautiful, these ghostly cities—New York, Rio, Shanghai, Paris—under their stains of stars, images as though from an epoch before electricity, but with the buildings of today. Whether they looked like the past, or the present, or the future, she couldn't decide.

I do not think that less is necessarily more. But I don't think that more is necessarily more either.

the meaning clear, but the judgment suspended, and left the matter at that.

So what's the plan?' 'Why do people ask me that? Do I seem like a person who could make and then keep plans?

She put her free hand briefly across his round cheek. To touch like this was permitted here, among these stateless people, where the rules were unknown and in any case suspended.

He is familiar with their ambiguity and he has grown accustomed to the variation in their meanings as they occur in this context or that.