Quotes About Ambiguity

The uncharming qualities of capitalism are its middle ground.

They convey neither conviction nor authority.

You have to live in the grey, or you have no kindness in your heart.

The world is not black and white. There is no black and white. There's only gray. You have to live in the gray, or you got no kindness in your heart. You gotta see the gray.

As I said to that policeman, I don't know. I've

Was that what it meant to be alive - moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step? Sometimes it felt that way.

Things don't just happen, they have reasons. And the reasons have reasons. And the reasons for the reasons have reasons. And then the things that happen make other things happen, so they become reasons themselves. Nothing moves forward in a straight line, nothing is straightforward.

Los agujeros son engañosos. No sabes si estás dentro de uno hasta que ya has salido.

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity. —HERMAN MELVILLE

Cine poate spune cu exactitate unde se termina culoarea violet si unde incepe cea portocalie intr-un curcubeu? Vedem deslusit diferentele dintre culori, dar unde anume incep ele dintr-una, in cealalta? La fel se intampla si cu luciditatea si nebunia.

Leave it to a Jedi never to give you a straight answer.

She never falls, but never gets out of falling. It's a state of permanent almost-fell.

Fascism, as Ortega y Gasset says, is always 'A and not A'.

And elliptically, they talked about their work. They

And then I got older, and, guess what? I still never felt right inside my body. I don't think I ever will. I was kind of flamed out everywhere I went, always got a little less than what I thought I'd get. But I guess that's okay. I think maybe it's necessary to feel like you're not quite settled, or maybe for some people it's necessary.

It was hard to see where he was going, and he was careful not to damage the camera, so expensive that his father made him name it (Carl), so he would treat it more carefully.

People would call him Professor Fang, which sounded so much like a super villain that he wasn't sure he could go through with it.

When I woke up, Carl was standing over me, his hand lightly resting on his cheek, like I was abstract art, like he saw something that interested him but he wasn't sure what it meant, like he thought I was something a child could have made.

what you must understand is that the herald & the horror are the same.

A shack made of ribs. A house made of out. A car made of rust. A smile made of doubt.

A QUESTION OF SALARY Santa was filling up an application form for a job. He was not sure as to what to put in the column 'Salary Expected'. After much thought he wrote : 'Yes, please.

You know what appeals to me about philosophy? Nobody wins.

I don't want to tell you a lie, and I don't know the truth.

If I take refuge in ambiguity, I assure you that its quite conscious.