Quotes About Ambiguity

I am not what I am..

Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised? I'll say as they say, and persever so, And in this mist at all adventures go.

we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Still better, and worse.

When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way he's a Mars.

Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth, In Riddles, and Affaires of death; And I the Mistris of your Charmes, The close contriuer of all harmes, Was neuer call'd to beare my part, Or shew the glory of our Art?

What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th'inhabitants o'th' earth And yet are on't? - Live you, or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.

Be the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it

For me, black and white is more realistic than colour. Black and white can be colourful, and colour can be very black and white.

Decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.

The game of life does not proceed like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes they make five, or minus four, and sometimes the blackboard topples over in the middle of the sum and the pedagogue is left with a black eye.

An iron curtain is drawn down upon their front. We do not know what is going on behind.

There is great danger in trying to have things both ways.

It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

History didn't greet us with triumphal fanfares: —it flung dirty sand into our eyes. Ahead of us lay long roads leading nowhere, poisoned wells and bitter bread.

How many, after a shorter or longer life (if they still see a difference), good, because it's beginning, bad, because it's over (if they don't prefer the reverse)

fulfillment is always murky, insufficiently clear, devoid of the greatness and purity of the undertaking.

Remarkable. A hanged bird. A hanged sparrow. The eccentricity of it clamored with a loud voice and pointed to a human hand that had torn into the thicket—but who? Who hanged it, why, for what reason? .

A Fryderyk, Fryderyk, co wiedziaÅ' o tym Fryderyk, gaszÄ…cy papierosa, bawiÄ…cy siÄ™ gaÅ'kami chleba? Fryderyk, Fryderyk, Fryderyk! Fryderyk, siedzÄ…cy tutaj, umieszczony przy tym stole, w tym domu, na tych polach nocnych i w tym kÅ'Ä™bowisku pasji! Ze swojÄ… twarzÄ…, która byÅ'a jednÄ… wielkÄ… prowokacjÄ…, poniewa? nade wszystko wystrzegaÅ'a siÄ™ prowokacji. Fryderyk!

En la mitad del camino de mi vida me encontré en una selva oscura... Y algo peor aún: aquella selva era verde.

Das ist nicht nur nicht richtig; es ist nicht einmal falsch