Quotes About Ambiguity

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What happened to the truth is not recorded.

We were essentially taking the piss, except when we were serious. He was essentially serious, except when he was taking the piss. It took us a while to work this out.

Margaret used to say that there were two kinds of women: those with clear edges to them, and those who implied mystery.

Irony, he had come to realise, was as vulnerable to the accidents of life and time as any other sense. You woke up one morning and no longer knew if your tongue was in your cheek; and even if it was, whether that mattered anymore, whether anyone noticed. You imagined you were issuing a beam of ultraviolet light, but what if it failed to register because it was off the spectrum known to everyone else?

She wasn't sure if they meant to be hurtful or if they were just profoundly tactless.

How do you know me? she says. He looks at her through his narrow eyes. I was, he says. You were what? she asks. I was, he says again. And now I'm not.

I've either been in love a dozen times or never. I can't tell.

If we could pin down the moments when our lives bifurcate into before and after-if we could pause the progression of milliseconds, catch ourselves at the point before we slip over the precipice-if we could choose to remain suspended on time-amber, our lives intact, our hearts unbroken, our foreheads unlined, our nights full of undisturbed sleep-would we slip, or would we choose the amber?

Is it a blessing in disguise, or is it just a disguise? And if it's just a disguise, then what is it disguising?

And that was when he knew for sure: No one was in charge. No one at all. As he'd suspected, there was very definitely no plan.

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

Her kind will tell you there is no black and white, only shadows. That any way can be wrong or right, that good and evil are two sides of the same coin. Believe her if you will. Perhaps she tells the truth

In the old tales, when people undertake quests, they find themselves fighting dragons or serpents or giant dogs. Or maybe a dark warrior of some kind, folk who are enemies from the start. But it's far more frightening when someone seems friendly and good, and turns out to be different altogether. The odd and uncanny are not terrifying in themselves. The most disturbing thing is the ordinary turned strange. Things familiar and safe becoming not right.

It was a house halfway between this and that, between upper-middle-class luxuries and absentminded squalor. My father had been too distracted, while he was alive

There are all kinds of life, and sometimes the other side of the hill looks greener. What's hardest for me is not knowing what living like this will ever come to.

It's a real handicap to have a face with shifty eyes.

His words were absorbed by the sand and blown by the wind, and there was no way of knowing how far they reached.

The reason men somehow go on living, enduring the gaze of others, is that they bargain on the hallucinations and inexactitude of human eyes.

Casele, plutind în lumina vag? a l?mpilor aprinse, alc?tuiau un labirint de piedici ÅŸi de poteci, întret?iate de-a lungul unicei piste a fugii lui.

I want so desperately for you to come safely through this moment and make a step toward me. Have I lost to him or has he lost to me?

speranÅ£ele aveau s? moar? otr?vite de îndoielile lui.

When one is advised that something is black and white at the same time, it would be better to have no advice at all.