Quotes About Ambiguity

It would be a very big book that contained all the maybes uttered in a day.

There's a dividing line but really it divides nothing.

For in the nocturnal realm of sleep are to be found both the light and the darkness of humanity, its honey and its poison, its greatness and its vulnerability.

ajzat ishin te bardha si endrra e mengjesit por fatkeqesisht , po aq te pakapshme si endrra.

Pyramidal phenomena occurred in cycles, without it ever being possible to determine precisely the timing of their appearance: for no one has ever been able to establish with certainty whather what happens is the future, or just the past moving backwards, like a crab. People ended up acccepting that maybe neither the past nor the future were what they were thought to be, since both could reverse their direction of travel, like trams at a terminus (p.119).

No one knows what it means to be born and to live on the brink, between two worlds....to love and hate both, to hesitate and waver all one's life. To have two homelands and yet have none. To be everywhere at home and to remain forever a stranger. In short, to be torn on a rack, but as both victim and torturer at once.

It is so subtle to write things that have no meaning

Dead people are infinities of maybes.

Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever.

Things should make sense, and half the time they don't. Stuff that shouldn't make sense, half the time does.

angled, straddled

I couldn't have. I don't know what happened.' 'Tell me what you do know.

dark and deep in her eyes. He'd opened his mouth without any idea what he would

over the face in the picture. "Except for one thing." "Let me

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a bird before a snake, hoping it will not swallow us.

Like much else nowadays I leave it feeling stupid, like a man who lost his way long ago but presses on along a road that may lead nowhere.

we are on the road from no A to no B in the world...

I have lived through an eventful year, yet understand no more of it than a babe in arms. Of all the people of this town I am the one least fitted to write a memorial. Better the blacksmith with his cries of rage and woe.

Do I believe in helping people? he wondered. He might help people, he might not help them, he did not know beforehand, anything was possible. He did not seem to have a belief, or did not seem to have a belief regarding help. Perhaps I am the stony ground, he thought.

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a

Para ellos, en cambio, soy especial. No tengo conciencia, o bien tengo demasiada, no consiguen decidirse.

Quelque chose brûle en moi. J'attends et je n'attends pas. C'est peut-être dans cette rupture, dans cet instant, entre les deux pulsions, l'une qui va vers l'infini du oui, l'autre vers l'infini du non, qu'est le lieu de la vie.

I always root for the monster.

How'm I doin'? Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too. Across the way, Adrian shrugged. Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a cigarette? Or are you going for a twofer?