Quotes About Ambiguity

Evil to some is always good to others

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

The past, present, and future, were all equally in gloom.

Poor Edward muttered something; but what it was, nobody knew, not even himself.

Now, how were his sentiments to be read? Was this like wishing to avoid her? And the next moment she was hating herself for the folly which asked the question.

This is both a gloomy and a hopeful book.

It was always and ever hard to tell with women why they chose one way and not another.

We knew right off how to think of them but not precisely how to feel about them.

dark, wet sides of the well dropped maybe

There is no argument with fog. In it's own vague stubbornness, it wields more power than wind, rain, snow, even ice.

Who's the best person you know. Of all the people you know personally, is there anyone who has a sense of right and wrong and lives by it? This was a sticky question because it would have to be Ranger ...but I suspected he occasionally killed people. Only bad people, of course, but still...

White lies are a gray area

I don't exactly date, but I sort of have a boyfriend." "What does sort of mean?" "It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.

I was hungry, too. I didn't know what I was

The more is a question mark. It acknowledges the future unknown.

was chilling and eerily invasive. It tied the flowers

Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.

Maybe that was the only real truth about the world, that there was no answer, that wisdom and experience were no better than a flat-out roll of the dice.

At times like this I surprise myself, how I've managed to create something of a life on this foggy shore out of the broken pieces of myself, scavenged from the sea like flotsam. Or is it jetsam…it irks me not to know the difference.

Things touched Claire. Maybe too much, but at least they touched her. She couldn't twist things around in her mind, make the ends come out right.

Unvollendete, Meredith said. Unfinished

Are you gay?' Paul Trout asked me. I shrugged. Maybe that would be better. I thought back to how I felt when Olivia danced with me, and the time Claire kissed me on the lips. I didn't know. People just wanted to be loved. That was the things about words, they were clear and specific -- chair, eye, stone -- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings.

I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all.

I have read a little of the material he has sent-- trial transcripts, motions, declarations, affidavits, reports... I know I cannot learn anything about MacDonald's guilt or innocence from this material. It is like looking for proof or disproof of the existence of God in a flower- it all depends on how you read the evidence.