Quotes About Ambiguity

Give me six lines written by the most honorable of men, and I will find an excuse in them to hang him.

I'm not sure I agree with everything he says; but then I'm not sure I agree with everything I say.

Where he makes a jest, a problem lies concealed.

Right now there's a pair of bad cops on their way out here to shoot me." "You don't know that." "Yeah, you're right," Stranahan said. "They're probably just collecting Toys for Tots. Now go.

Psychological or spiritual development always requires a greater capacity for anxiety and ambiguity.

There are so many indications that one does not know what one sees. Is it the trees or is it the woods?

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

You win some, you lose some. And sometimes you win and lose at the same time. Life's a bloody cockup.

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

A truth and its opposite are flip sides of the same coin.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides.

When I'd looked back up at the window, the white curtain flapping in the gusty breeze, I'd felt both sadness and relief, the oppositional tug of heaviness and lightness, one lifting me up, one pushing me down. I understood then, Lulu and I had started something, something I'd always wanted, but also something I was scared of getting. Something ai wanted more of. And, also, something I wanted to get away from. The truth and its opposite.

There." I'm not exactly sure where there is, but by the way he says it, I know it's not a place you'd want to be.

She was neither beautiful nor ugly. Neither loving nor vicious. Neither wicked nor good. She was all of those things. We all are.

A veces se gana, otras se pierde. Y a veces se gana y pierde al mismo tiempo. La vida es un jodido desastre

But now? She didn't know what would happen next month. She didn't even know what would happen next week.

No tenía una; era una estudiante en el primer semestre del primer año de la carrera, maldita sea. No todos tenían sus vidas resueltas al momento de salir del útero.

Every hero is a villain, and every villain is a hero. It just depends on who you ask.

Maybe I like that you're available." Oh, the romance. Her voice as dry as dirt, she said, "How am I not throwing myself at you right this very second?" "It's a definite mystery.

All I want from a man is everything and nothing at the same but different times, sometimes and never but always.

He was her boyfriend, but not really her boyfriend, even though technically he was, in fact, her boyfriend, even though he wasn't truly her boyfriend. Whatever. It made sense in her head.

Design is an unknown.

This half-puzzled, awkward surprise is yours; you cannot hear me or quite make me out. Formalities preserve us: perhaps I too am a shade.