Quotes About Ambiguity

All that caring about what happens next.' He waited. 'Now nothing happens next.

grave. 'I don't know,' Akim replied,

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Fairy-land to visit, but a desert to live in

Don't let your sober face elate you, however; you don't know what it may come to

Foul weather didn't know where to have him.

And Master --or Mister--Sloppy?' said the Secretary, in doubt whether he was man, boy, or what.

I am unfortunate in using a word which may convey a meaning—and evidently does—quite opposite to my intention.

It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.

his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it & animosity was hard to determine

Troubled as the future was, it was the unknown future, and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope.

As to forming any plan for the future, I could as soon have formed an elephant.

Door VIII. A Hand at Cards IX. The Game Made X. The Substance of the Shadow

There was something wonderfully hopeful about his general air, and something that at the same time whispered to me he would never be very successful or rich.

with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were

tergiversation and

kahr?mdam ölecekmi?im gibi geliyordu da, ne zamandan beri kahroldu?umu, bu duyguyu haftan?n hangi gününde alg?lad???m?, dahas? bunu alg?layan?n ben, kendim olup olmad???n? do?ru dürüst kestiremiyordum bile.

Love does not care to define and is never in a hurry to do so.

The old world falls apart, but the new has not emerged. Everything that once seemed permanent and real is revealed as a kind of hallucination. You don't know what to think, what to do; you don't know what anything means anymore. The life trajectory you had plotted out seems absurd, and you can't imagine another one. Everything is uncertain.

The only thing wrong with doing nothing is that you never know when you're finished.

Life is an inconstant mix of aces and jokers, and often one is flipped face up when we're expecting the other.

We can't quite decide if the world is growing worse, or if the reporters are just working harder.

The morning crept out of a dark cloud like an unbidden guest uncertain of his welcome.

It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness. It finds its thought and succeeds, or doesn't find it and comes to nothing.