Quotes About Ambiguity

could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world. It

The future is dark, which is on the whole, the best thing a future can be, I think.

What then? Who then?' she said. 'Thirty-six; in a motor car; a woman. Yes, but a million other things as well.

Tudo parece significar tantas coisas (...)

They both felt uncomfortable, as if they did not know whether to go on or go back.

to say, Oh, yes, Frisk. I'll call him Frisk. She wanted even to say, Was

It might be possible, Septimus thought, looking at England from the train window as they left Newhaven, it might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, 'I love you, or whether she said, 'I love the beech-trees,' or only 'I love--I love.

This then is my story. I have reread it. It has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. At this or that twist of it I feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than I care to probe.

The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

Everything he said should be followed by a big sic

No wonder tobacco shops have a predilection for corners, for

The beastly and beautiful merged at one point, and it is that borderline I would like to fix, and I feel I fail to do so utterly.

La mujer barbuda nos lee las manos y predice lo que seremos, aunque no adivina lo que somos.

Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque, A dull dark white against the day's pale white And abstract larches in the neutral light.

Actually the question of mortal precedence has now hardly any importance. I mean, the hero and heroine should get so close to each other by the time the horror begins, so organically close, that they overlap, intergrade, interache, and even if Vaniada's end is described in the epilogue we, writers and readers, should be unable to make out (myopic, myopic) who exactly survives, Dava or Vada, Anda or Vanda.

And what I say is not it, not quite it, and I am getting mixed up, getting nowhere, talking nonsense, and the more I move about and search in the water where I grope on the sandy bottom for a glimmer I have glimpsed, the muddier the water grows, and the less likely it becomes that I shall grasp it.

The greater part of him was in a quite different place, while only an insignificant portion of it was wandering, perplexed.

Can't decide whether dolly has exceptional emotional control or none at all.

Her painted eyelids were closed. A tear of no particular meaning gemmed the hard top of her cheek. Nobody could tell what went on in that little head. Waves of desire rippled there. — Vladimir Nabokov, The Original of Laura (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)

the evolution of sense, in a sense, is the evolution of non sense

Numbers are disputable and uninspiring

One of the calamities of Christianity is our tendency to talk in ambiguous generalities.

Couldn't get no closer and couldn't get no further away.