Quotes About Ambiguity

I had no idea if 'No Roots' was going to work or not.

We are leaving the E.U. But we have no idea where we are going.

In football, nothing is certain, so it's no problem to return to Corinthians.

But I don't know his hobbies, or the kind of house he lives in, the food he likes, or any books or movies that he may have enjoyed. In other words, we're friends, but really, we're not. (p. 119, Trevor Benson)

Abelardo, my manager, emerged from a stall. "What do you think, Howie?" he said; it was his standard greeting —one I was fond of. "Abe, I don't know what to think," I said; my standard response.

sometimes it's hard to tell the truth because you the truth is hard to see, because it exists in a misty, gray non-space between two strongly charged falsehoods that sound true but aren't.

sometimes it's hard to tell the truth because the truth is hard to see, because it exists in a misty, gray non-space between two strongly charged falsehoods that sound true but aren't.

What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

So now what? What happens when words fail us?

I'd never really had arguments like this before, arguments I couldn't understand properly, arguments where both sides were right and wrong all at the same time.

But I didn't know where I wanted to go. Or what I wanted to do when I got there. I had dreams, but they were vague things with no real substance. I wanted to be famous, or really rich, or wildly successful, but that was as far as the dream went. My whole life was a fill-in-the-blank.

I can't tell you how good and bad I felt. Yes I can: I felt like a baked Alaska.

Is that thing actually going round? I can't tell

New forms of inadequacy I could live without, seeing as I didn't know what to do with the ones I was already aware of.

Ada sesuatu yang salah dengan hal ini, tapi ia tidak tahu apakah itu. Yang ia mengerti hanyalah tidak semua orang berpikir demikian. Mereka berpikir satu hal, dan melakukan hal lain.

When you think you're on the good side, you're capable of unthinkable evil.

You will start a band. You will start a magazine. You will start a family. You will finish nothing.

I know there is a moral to this story, but I don't know what it is.

Where he saw a page of words, his friend saw the field of hesitations, black holes, and possibilities between the words. Where his friend saw dappled light, the felicity of flight, the sadness of gravity, he saw the solid form of a common sparrow.

Nu È™tiam, trebuie s? recunosc. ?tiam bine doar ce s-ar pr?buÈ™i; habar n-aveam însp de ce se va în?lÈ›a pe ruine.

Fumum Vendidi

Why not ask for all, as you never know what life's going to hand you?

The dark hair and dark eyes made her think of a Brontë-hero, Heathcliff or Rochester, she wasn't sure.

She was what she was. Or had been what she was, she corrected. God only knew what she was now.