Quotes About Ambiguity

Intrigue feeds on itself; conspiracies have neither mother nor father, and yet they thrive: the only thing to know is that no one knows anything. Though

That's what we want, he thinks: help in prosperity. . . We never know how to take it when our life begins to be charmed.

Why does the future feel so much like the past, the uncanny clammy touch of it, the rustle of bridal sheet or shroud, the crackle of fire in a shuttered room? Like breath misting glass, like the nightingale's trace on the air, like a wreath of incense, like vapour, like water, like scampering feet and laughter in the dark.

The role needs honest force and honeyed words, and a certain willingness to obfuscate about the intentions of the King of England: and as Wyatt says that to him nothing is ever clear, and no truth is a single truth, he seems the man for the job.

Di che natura è il limite fra la verità e la menzogna? È permeabile e sfocato, poiché è disseminato di voci, dicerie, malintesi e storie alterate. La verità può buttare giù i cancelli, può urlare per strada; se però non è piacevole, gradita e facile da accettare, è condannata a piagnucolare davanti alla porta di servizio.

Slicing the cranium of her husband, the Marquis of Exeter, and stirring a forefinger in the murk of his intentions.

Sometimes peace looks like war, you cannot tell them apart. . .

I am as I am and so will I be But how that I am, none knoweth truly Be it evil, be it well, be I bound, be I free, I am as I am and so will I be … … But how that is I leave to you. Judge as ye list, false or true Ye know no more than afore ye knew Yet I am as I am, whatever ensue.

I really don't get this whole oranges thing. It's like, does he want to eat them or go out with them?

There comes a time when we can no longer tell the invaders from the invaded. That is what we call "War.

Where did it get hit? I can't tell," she said.

There's nothing worse than not knowing how the one you love feels about you. Of course, in a way, it's not knowing that makes love so exciting...

But no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

I don't know," Call said. He was starting to worry that there weren't any good guys. Just people with longer or shorter Evil Overlord lists.

They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.

Choose a future, Balekin had commanded him when he'd first brought Cardan to Hollow Hall. But no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads. Choose one way and a monster rends your flesh. Choose another and your heart turns to stone, or fire, or glass.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

Cardan tucks my arm firmly through his before striding into the entryway, and I feel a rush of warmth as I match his step. I can't afford to be less than ruthlessly honest with myself. Against my better judgment, despite the fact that he is terrible, Cardan is also fun. Maybe I should be glad of how little it will matter.

You don't know what you are.

no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads.

You're no killer. He has no idea what I am.

This house feels unfamiliar and disturbingly full of possibilities.