Quotes About Ambiguity

So he watches me. I watch him. And I do not know who will win.

The new king of the Protestant Establishment, featured on the cover of Time, was Reinhold Niebuhr, a New Yorker and bona-fide intellectual comfortable with nuance and ambiguity who didn't believe in the biblical miracles, including Jesus's bodily resurrection, or even in individual heavenly eternal life.

I'm worse at what I do best.

i'm worse at what i do best.

All this happened, more or less.

Noncommittal yet meaningless. Bill Clinton couldn't have done better under the circumstances.

A little mystery is not such a bad thing.

az Å'rület egy homályban tartott kérdés, amelyre van válasz ugyan, csak olyan, amit egy néma mond egy süketnek.

For minutes on end he could not tell whether he was really hearing howls of pain, or whether it was simply that his years of long, exhausting work had rendered him incapable of distinguishing between the general noise and ancient prehistoric screams that were somehow preserved in time and now were being raised by the rain, like dust.

That is for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.-Damon Salvatore

It was enough to get along on till somethin' better come along, but what come along was Death and nothin' better. Maybe

Co kdybych t? drahá ob?sil?" Usmála se na n?ho dol?, snad mu dob?e nerozum?la, on se usmál též, kopl do židle a bylo to.

A girl's got to use what she's given and I'm not going to make a guy drool the way a Britney video does. So I take it to extremes. I don't say I dress sexily on stage - what I do is so extreme. It's meant to make guys think: 'I don't know if this is sexy or just weird.

Telling a story is like sowing a seed—you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies. Later

In the context of our present pervasive madness that we call normality, sanity, freedom, all our frames of reference are ambiguous and equivocal.

I start to wonder if I'm being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations for…romance? I bet all stalkers believe they're being romantic. I did it for love, officer.

Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.

Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ? a phantom life, taunting her from just out of reach. A sense would come over her while she was drawing or walking, and once while she was dancing slow and close with Kaz, that she was supposed to be doing something else with her hands, with her legs, with her body. Something else. Something else. Something else.

Then it was all over. Or maybe it wasn't. The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

Madrigal sniffed herself. "I'm almost sure I don't smell." "Maybe not, but between shining cleanliness and not smelling, there is a vast gray area.

Her ignorance was like standing in pure dark that could be either a closet or a vast, starless night.

It was, and then it wasn't. Karou's stomach roiled as she contemplated the possibility of being so suddenly not.

Is life worth keeping on with, whatever happens?" Was she talking about living broken, living with loss? Did she count his loss a real one, and did she really want to know or was there a barb in this somewhere? Sometimes, Akiva felt like he didn't know his sister at all. "Yes," he said, wary, thinking of the thurible, and Karou. "As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse.

Welcome to purgatory. Care for some soup?