Quotes About Ambiguity

the beauty of the word sometimes, how sometimes evens us out, keeps us in the comfortable middle rather than dangling on one end of the spectrum or the other, hanging on for dear life. It helps us escape from the tyranny of black-or-white thinking.

At a certain point, we all have to come to terms with the unknown and the unknowable. Sometimes we'll never know why.

Every fellow is really two men -- what he is and what he might be; and you're never absolutely sure which you're going to bury till he's dead.

In his world, there was right and wrong, good and evil. Hers contained no absolutes. Hers was a world of grays. Hers was what his was truly becoming. The irony didn't escape him. At night, nothing was clear. Lines blurred. Shadows removed definitions. Her dreams led her to the darkest parts of London where he couldn't follow and keep her safe. His dreams had ceased to exist long ago.

Create a fog within a fog

Expectations were never in short supply. "Do you want to know?" he asked. "I suppose it depends on the answer." "Which answer would you prefer?" "I'm not really sure. Both leave a lot to be desired.

As complexity rises, precise statements lose meaning and meaningful statements lose precision

My crystal ball is fuzzy

Poetry is something in-between the dream and its interpretation.

I'm still not sure I didn't die

On ne sait pas ce qu'il faut faire pour se faire aimer: se montrer comme on est ou mentir. On balance entre les deux. On fait les deux d'ailleurs, au hasard un peu. On se fait comme on voudrait être, comme on croit qu'il faudrait paraître et puis on se dit "Ce n'est pas moi..." On cherche à se montrer à se montrer... à son pire... à déplaire...Qui sait si ce n'est pas le moyen de plaire?

Edgar Allan Poe widzia? kruka jako starego, brzydkiego, z?owrogiego ptaka. W zachodniej literaturze wiele jest takich negatywnych odniesie?. Jednak z symbolami jest tak, jak z innymi rzeczami w ?yciu cz?owieka: co dla jednego jest zbawieniem, dla drugiego mo?e by? gwo?dziem do trumny.

You need some place to work in. That's the door half open.

Despite himself, Beauvoir laughed. "There is strong shadow where there is much light.

it didn't feel wrong. It felt wretched. Horrific. A nightmare. But sometimes "right" felt like that.

She was beginning to see how quickly something completely normal could suddenly seem sinister, if you chose to see it that way.

he even introduced himself as the Asshole Saint,

Gracie might, or might not, be a dog. The smart money was now on guinea pig, with hedgehog a close second.

It was like being in an exciting movie, except I didn't know whether it was a romance or a comedy.

The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

Now here he was, drunk and sober at the same time. Each half of him disgusted at the other.

they are shrouding words so that families cannot find them.

the fact that nothing you do seems innocent anymore

The Marxist dialectic is essentially word-fetishism. Every article of the faith is embodied in a word fetish whose double or even multiple meaning makes it possible to unite incompatible ideas and demands. The interpretation of these words, as intentionally ambiguous as the words of the Delphic Pythia, eventually brings the different parties to blows, and everyone quotes in his favour passages from the writings of Marx and Engels to which authoritative importance is attached.