Quotes About Ambiguity

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

Cuando una cosa no sabemos cuándo ni por qué ha terminado, cuando nos parece que ha quedado incompleta, ese ha sido su verdadero fin.

Viajamos con las nuebes que se disgregan y oscurecen, cambiamos con ellas sin darnos cuenta, a tenor de su frágil dibujo condenado a la agonía antes de que nadie lo haya entendido...

do, she knew that. She should have attempted to explain herself, explain the unexplainable. But

This was how he saw himself: balancing on the event horizon, trying not to get sucked into the black hole, trying to hang on to the light.

She tried to stare hard past all this, down the road to the patch where this would end badly. But the view was obscured by hope and distance, and by the mist that always lies over the new.

But when you slink around without a stitch of clothes, wielding that nasty-looking knife, aren't you afraid you might miss your target and lop off something else by mistake?" If he didn't know better, he would swear Calera was trying to make amends for biting his head off. Ah, the woman mystified him. She could change moods like the wind switching direction. "A while ago, I had the impression you preferred that I lop something off

Apperance gave no clue to our identity, and neither did our behavior.

I know one thing -- I don't understand it. Will Adam's survival, or Morris's, depend on something little like that? Like a toss of a coin? It makes me feel like everything must be terribly important, even the toss of a coin, or nothing is important, and we may as well not care about anything.

Complete happiness can look so much like complete terror that its hard to tell them apart.

nothing she did or said was quite what she meant but still her life could be called a monument shaped in a slant of available light and set to the movement of possible music

We are too kind, too willing--too unwilling too--reaching out blindly with a grasping hand but not knowing how to ask for what we don't even know we want.

some sort of havey-cavey business where

Sometimes things are neither this nor that, neither good nor bad. Sometimes they just are what they are.

in real life, monsters weren't always vanquished, and heroes didn't always win.

I debate adding kisses, but don't. They might be misconstrued as something more than being friendly.

Nothing is certain, but if nothing is certain, how can we be certain that nothing is certain?

You don't get to be anything slash anything.

How dreadful...to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.

Was it a threat, or a well-meant warning?

Once, she believed that she was only waiting for something to happen to her. And yet now it seems that something has begun around her. The thing she has been waiting for?though she cannot say what it is?has started making itself felt in the very air around her. She does not know how to behave, she realizes, nor what to expect. She does not even know anymore what to hope for.

So maybe this was another example of nothing ever being just one thing. No motive is pure. No one is good or bad—but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

There is a flip side to every concept which has ever been coined.