Quotes About Ambiguity

Man is a chimera, a monstrosity composed of an indeterminable number of contradictions.

American actors, historical, familial, political, theatrical, move blindly ahead toward a future that never is, and never can be, clear.

The trouble with the last snowfall of the season is that you can't be sure.

I wasn't quite sure how a player got to the big leagues. As far as I knew, he was just there one day.

With aggressive come-ons, at least you knew where you stood. Holding hands, you got - hopeful.

Eres la más opaca de todos los opacos

Y así es como le dices al mundo que las cosas no son siempre lo que parecen- concluyó el Ancestral-. Que hay humanos que parecen monstruos, y monstruos que parecen humanos;

She spoke with the usual cadences of the young: sentences curling upward at the end, all statements fading into a smoky, implied question mark, as though nothing could be said with any reasonable certainty.

The weatherman is always as honest as he is vague.

I'm demon-eyed, but I'm also filled with acceptance.

Resolved untested was moot.

One with a cubicle and a desk that snags your panty hose and endless memos about the right way to dispose of recyclables. And lots and lots of petty intrigue and small-minded politics, all intended to distract you from the fact that you're getting two percent raises from a company that's returning twenty percent to its stockholders. That's a real grown-up's job.

Y sin embargo todo aquello todavía no era la locura, y si lo era, se estaba apenas anunciando.

It was as if everyone was a Cipher. You could look for keys and clues, but you might never figure them out.

Sometimes there were lots of explanations for why something had happened; sometimes there was no explanation at all.

You can be completely sure what might happen next.

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Charlotte's indecision in every word she didn't say and every move she didn't make. She was tense with uncertainty, quivering with irresolution. She might not be leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either.

The English language has such terms as: dawn, dusk, first light, daybreak, twilight, crepuscule and evenfall. Yet, not one of these terms outlines an absolute demarcation point between dark and light.

At first, you must be willing to enter a state of liminality. In other words, you must be willing to enter a state in which you stand on the threshold and are no longer grasping the worldviews and sense of yourself that you held in the past, nor yet completely ready to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. You stand on the threshold, the doorsill, neither in one world nor another. This can be a frightening place to be.

There is great hazard in assuming one knows what 'It' is. The more you try to identify 'It' the more one confuses the issue. Beware of those who say they've bottled 'It' and sell so-called 'It'. 'It' is not for sale.

Everyone who dies out there dies of confusion.

Some problems are so complex that you have to be highly intelligent and well informed just to be undecided about them.

Le plus difficile, c'est la non-certitude, cette probabilité, même infime, que vous puissiez la retrouver encore. Cette brèche vous laisse dans l'errance, vous empêche de commencer à faire votre deuil.