Quotes About Ambiguity

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Karou had certainly learned that "possible" and "impossible" were rough categories at best.

Tengo un presentimiento sobre Zuzana. Creo que no es buena o mala, si no las dos cosas -la mezcla perfecta de ambas, un enroscado cono de helado de bondad y maldad.

She looked like a girl who had made her choice. Had she? Everyone thought she had, which almost felt like the same thing. But it wasn't too late.

He was copper and shadow, honey and menace,

There was no way Nova could have known.

Don't be weak, my boy', I whispered. I know he heard me. It was something I had told him many times. But what did I mean? For I did not want him to be strong either. Not like his father, who could fling his cousin through the air. Not like my mother, who could chase the husband, who so loved her, with a switch. I meant some other thing. Something like Captain Jane in her wolf cloak. Something like Eliza when the metal was in her voice and she had set her jaw.

For most of my life I had operated under a simple schematic of winning and losing, but cancer was teaching me a tolerance for ambiguities.

The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is." "It's a mirror," Simon said. "You know – reflective, glass. I'm just assuming.

Love is a contradiction.

Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.' Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life.

I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn't sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings. So full of possibilities.

endless hope, endless disappointment.

But am I clever and right or clever and wrong?

Gibberish?" Jem suggested "Pornographic?" said Will at the same time. "Could be both," said Will. "Haven't you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?

Life was an uncertain thing.

Somebody's girlfriend," she said. "Somebody's sister, somebody's daughter. All these things I never knew I was before, and I still don't really know what I am.

We cant go around picking up every pile of dust in the place just in case it turns out to be Gregor in the morning." -Pg.242-

Which was it? Which will it be? Solitude, misery, love?

Lewa, mystery-king of know-nothingness. That's me!

But whatever this is—this window of clarity—it's ending already. Confusion is drawing its bleak curtains.

The fact that you don't grasp the meaning of something doesn't mean it has none.

But you have a way of pushing decisions down the road. It's like you're waiting to be sure how it'll pan out before you decide. But that never works. We can't ever know that going in. I think you just need to choose a path and see where it takes you.

You never know. In a world like this, you never know what's possible. So I figure, don't say it's possible, because you don't know. But, then again, don't say it's not possible. Because you don't know that, either.