Quotes About Ambiguity

On the worst days, I feel fine. On the best days, I know I am not.

There is a sense in which I am pretty sure this makes no sense. I don't know where this is going. I don't know how it ends.

Once that gets going, doors start opening until they're all open, the whole building buzzing until sunrise, as if nothing matters because nothing does matter because the idea was you came here, your parents and their parents and their parents, and you always seem to have just arrived and yet never seem to have actually arrived. You're here, supposedly, in a new land full of opportunity, but somehow have gotten trapped in a pretend version of the old country.

Living like this means the year stops making sense, and the month and the week. The dates fall away from the days, like glass punched out of window frames, or ice cubes out of a tray into a sink, identical, dateless, nameless durational blobs, melting into an undifferentiated puddle. Is that a Saturday, a Friday, a Monday? Is that

Am I the suspect? Or the victim?

You wanted something to happen, right? " Rick says. "For all of this to be leading up to something? Closure," Rick says, pointing at the manila envelope. "That is definitely one way to have closure." "I didn't say I wanted closure. Drama. I said I wanted drama." "What do you think drama is, Murray?" "How about something more open-ended?" "Oh sure, that can be arranged, too," Rick says. "But even open-ended stories have to end at some point, right? Open endings, after all, are still endings.

But the widest gulf in the world is the distance between getting by and not quite getting by. Crossing that gap can happen in a hundred ways, almost all by accident. Bad day at work and/or kid has a fever and/or miss the bus and consequently ten minutes late

Why should poetry have to make sense?

I really don't have any solutions and I don't like movies that do.

The man was an enigma. One minute he was looking at her as though he would kiss her senseless, the next he refused to even talk to her, much less look at her.

there are some things one takes for granted, supposes are mutually understood, and to which both parties may repeatedly refer without ever meaning the same thing.

have a wish. It as a fear as well - that in my end will be my beginning.

Koji's mouth twitched in disgust. "Who are you people?" he asked, as he had before. "You're not..." But he didn't even dare say that dangerous word-- ninja.

Uncertain as I was as I pushed forward, I felt right in my pushing, as if the effort itself meant something.

The complicated thing about friends is that sometimes they are totally wrong about us and sometimes they are totally right and it's almost always only in retrospect that we know which is which.

At which point, at long last, there was the actual doing it, quickly followed by the grim realization of what it meant to do it, followed by the decision to quit doing it because doing it was absurd and pointless and ridiculously difficult and far more than I expected doing it would be and I was profoundly unprepared to do it.

There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.

The bull, I acknowledged grimly, could be in either direction, since I hadn't seen where he'd run once I closed my eyes. I could only choose between the bull that would take me back and the bull that would take me forward.

The answer to most problems is more often than not outside of the right-wrong binary that we tend to cling to when we're angry or scared or in pain. We are a complicated people. Our lives do not play out in absolutes.

I'll never know, and neither will you of the life you don't choose.

Not a single one of us knows what the future holds. The unexpected happens even when we've got everything mapped out.

I think the answer to most problems is more often than not outside of the right/wrong binary that we tend to cling to when we're angry or scared or in pain. We are complicated people. Our lives do not play out in absolutes.

The world's most sensible and the most idiotic person lies within us.. the worst part is we can't say who is who

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.