Quotes About Ambiguity

IT WASN'T THAT Moore

I really like people. But I don't know how it will end.

just a dark shape against an even darker background.

I asked Mr. Wrangle what you were like. He said you were hornet juice and rosebuds in a container of gazelle meat.

Matters are very seldom all black or white. They can even be both at the same time - The Beer Fairy

In this world that God (or Mother Nature) created, it is always hazard and novelty-hazard and novelty-which assert themselves, thereby rendering notions of fixity absurd. Incongruously enough, however, when we allow ourselves to fully accept uncertainty, to embrace and cultivate it even, then we actually can begin to feel within ourselves the presence of an Absolute. The person who cannot welcome ambiguity cannot welcome God.

In that nondescript period between the end of the beige fifties and the beginning of the Day-Glo sixties, I found myself drifting unfulfilled in an ocean of circumstance.

Uncertainty is the normal state.

We're better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it'll rain on auntie's garden party three Sundays from now.

Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!

Guildenstern: What's the first thing you remember? Rosencrantz: [thinks] No, it's no good. It was a long time ago. Guildenstern: No, you don't take my meaning. What's the first thing you remember after all the things you've forgotten? Rosencrantz: Oh, I see... I've forgotten the question.

ROS My name is Guildenstern, and this is Rosencrantz. Guil confers briefly with him. (Without embarrassment.) I'm sorry—his name's Guildenstern, and I'm Rosencrantz.

The future is disorder.

Nothing could be counted on in a world where even when you were a solution you were a problem.

It was a silly age, twenty-five; too old for teenaged dreaming, too young for settling down. Every corner was a possibility and a dead end.

For a long time now he knew that anything could appear to b something else, and probably was.

He relished never knowing what lay in his path, who might approach with what intention.

Her eyes, fixed on the window, are so expressionless he is not sure she will know who he is. There is too much light here in this room. Things look sold.

Sometimes. Sometimes it's a ambulance. Today it's a hearse.

The light, therefore, was always misleading.

like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question

How old are you, Freddie?" "Who knows? They made dirt in the morning and me that afternoon.

Death is a sure thing but life is just as certain. Problem is you can't know in advance.

Poems build our capacity for imaginative thinking, create a tolerance for ambiguity, and foster an appreciation for the role of the unknown in human life.