Quotes About Ambiguity

His name was Rayner. First name unknown. By me, at any rate, and therefore, presumably, by you too.

I didn't feel so bad about the myrrh, because I've never been quite certain what it is.

I live from one tentative conclusion to the next, thinking each one is final. The only thing i know for sure is that I'am confused.

La vita è fatta di problemi irrisolti, vittorie ambigue e vaghe sconfitte, con qualche momento di autentica pace.

We gaan zien. Wij gaan zien. Toch.

It's all a mystery, so much is mysterious.And we are here to endure it.And in the How, there lies the whole difference—

La escritura es un pequeño equívoco sin importancia, tan pequeño que nos hace casi mudos

Now to think of concrete as both natural and artificial demands a greater degree of mental agility than most of us can manage. So much is invested in the absoluteness of this distinction between natural and artificial , so necessary is it to our whole cosmology, that to admit that something can be both of these would be just too anxious-inducing. To avoid this, we habitually operate on the assumption that concrete is just artificial, or alternatively, just natural, but never both.

Oh, they never lie. They dissemble, evade, prevaricate, confound, confuse, distract, obscure, subtly misrepresent and willfully misunderstand with what often appears to be a positively gleeful relish and are generally perfectly capable of contriving to give one an utterly unambiguous impression of their future course of action while in fact intending to do exactly the opposite, but they never lie. Perish the thought.

One thing I had learnt, the last person you should ask for a solution is the author. If he knew where he was going, he'd stop dead in his tracks.

What do you mean, funny? Funny peculiar or funny ha-ha?

Funny-peculiar or funny-ha-ha

Desigur, viitorul este mereu deschis, niciodat? clar sau predeterminat de o cale unic? de urmat.

And?" "Ah." She was not certain whether it was the room's heartbeat she was hearing, or her own. "Would you like to sit down?" Her voice sounded as if coming from kilometers away as she said, "No. Thank you.

Voices. —You will lose everything. Everything. Everything. —Is this what you really wish? To lose everything you have ever been? —The choice is yours. "And I took it!" he cried to the streaming walls. "I took it!" But he could not remember what it was he had chosen. —He has chosen.

Sin and evil weren't black – he'd argued the point with a priest – but were greyly anonymous.

I definitely like the mystery of not knowing how things will turn out, you know.

The Arsonist's individualism creates centralization in decision making, but it is decision making with an interesting managerial twist. The Arsonist's decisions are extremely vague, and yet he expects the details to be worked out in exact accordance with wishes that he never explained fully and was probably unaware of initially.

What can you do with a person who says that he is absolutely uncertain about everything, and that he is absolutely certain about that?

Y a veces (¡qué difícil reconocerlo!) nada está tan cerca del bien como el mal.

The infantry's mission was "to close with and destroy the enemy." No questions asked. No ambiguity. No gray areas. The infantry officer was to go into battle up front, demonstrating courage, determination, strength, proficiency, and selfless sacrifice.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants,and he will admit he doesn't know.Why? Because he wants it instinctively,and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards.

Doubt is not within me. It is all around me.

There may be open doors before me, but I'm always drawn to the one that's locked.