Quotes About Ambiguity

I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare – or, if not, some equally brainy bird – who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneakes up behind him with a bit of lead piping

I'm dashed if I know what's going to happen to me. I am the thingummy of what's-its-name. You look it, said Mike.

It was a dashed tricky thing, of course, to have to decide on the spur of the moment. I was reading in the paper the other day about those birds who are trying to split the atom, the nub being that they haven't the foggiest as to what will happen if they do. It may be all right.

I say, said Jimmy, as they moved away, who is that fellow Wesson? Oh, a man, said Molly vaguely. There's no need to be fulsome, said Jimmy. He can't hear.

You have to have an idea of what you are going to do, but it should be a vague idea.

I don't believe for one moment that I killed him [...] But if I didn't, somebody else did. I must appoint myself Investigator. I must catch this malefactor, this pig. And if at any time it looks as if I am going to catch myself, I can always accept my resignation.

He wanted an answer, a simple, uncomplicated set of words wrapped around an idea he could accept. His companion's answer, however, told him there was nothing simple or uncomplicated about his question, no matter how straight-forward it might have seemed to him.

Didn't you find it all … rather unsatisfying?" "Yes, but I couldn't seem to see a way out. It was like being three different people, and they all wanted to go different ways." A slight smile. "The result was I went nowhere.

Must be quite nice, really. A foot on each side of the fence. Long as you don't mind what it's doing to your balls.

made her unapproachable, apart. She was one of those girls who pass through your life leaving secret wreckage, but no visible wake. You remember her, but for all the wrong reasons.

He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything.... He played with the language of the Circle of Days like a child with an arsenal of twigs.... His music said otherwise it seemed to echo through time out of a past as old as the stones on the hill. He lied with every note he played. Or in his music he finally told the truth.

What a dull place the world would be if all the mysteries in it were solved.

The mage, Tessera decided finally, felt like someone who had stepped with confidence onto a stair that wasn't there.

Perhaps' could be spun endlessly into different tales; even telling herself all of them, she would still be none the wiser.

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

People, feelings, everything! Double! Two people in each person. There's also a person exactly the opposite of you, like the unseen part of you, somewhere in the world, and he waits in ambush.

There were many times when logic was of no comfort.

When she stood up, the woman was looking at her with the calm gray eyes that Therese could neither quite face nor look away from.

Therese frowned, floundering in a sea without direction or gravity, in which she knew only that she could mistrust her own impulses.

Sofi pogleda Langdona, ne znajuci da li se vratila kroz vreme ili je krocila u ludnicu

I love the gray area between right and wrong.

space between the two faces. Now Langdon stood outside

For the human brain," Edmond explained, "any answer is better than no answer.

Did you mount her? the agent asked, looking over. Langdon glanced up, certain he had misunderstood. I beg your pardon?