Quotes About Ambiguity

vagary, n. The mistake is in thinking there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

I don't want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

You can't deny that there's something between us. No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

There's something wrong when there's nothing wrong.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

I get lost in ifs. They are always there if if if if and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide.

I love the vagueness of words that involve time.

That's not how I'd planned it to be. How did you plan it to be? I ask, not to be snarky but because I am genuinely curious. I planned it to be a million different things, he replies. And in the end, I couldn't figure which one it should be.

I don't want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

Can you like someone who confuses the hell out of you? All the fucking time.

Infinite Darlene doesn't have it easy. Being both star quarterback and homecoming queen has its conflicts.

She went on. There's the drown of things and the swim of things, I guess. I've been going back and forth, back and forth. I feel the weight of it. And this bewilderment - how can something that doesn't have a form, doesn't have a definition, doesn't have words - how can it have such weight? And yet, there's the need to swim. Life goes on, I offered. Yeah, but you see, 'Life goes on' is as a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

Limbo is the state where there are only questions. That was as far as I'd gotten.

Most of the time, I feel like a perpetual smudge. My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

I fear you may have outmatched me, because now I find these words have nowhere to go. It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show that you tried unless you end up succeeding.

it doesn't feel good or bad just a buzz of different.

I take it back." 'But the thing was: She didn't sound certain. I let her take it back anyway. The only problem was taking something back? It's still inside there somewhere.

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

most people don`t know my name, and nobody knows hat to call me in relation to you.

Perhaps it never happened. Perhaps it happened while I was asleep. Most likely, there's no signal event. There's just the steady accumulation of 'awhile'.

I fear you may have outmatched me, because now I find these words have nowhere to go. It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show that you tried unless you end up succeeding.