Quotes About Ambiguity

Darkness, you know, is relative.

one half leaning in, one half pulling away.

The worst part about being a prosecutor, in Matt Houlihan's opinion, 2as that even when you won, you didnt. The world was too black and white for that. ... It was like securing the bull after he'd careened through the china shop - yes, you could pen him for a whole, but you still incurred the cost of the mess he'd left in his wake.

Seems indecisive, doesn't it? Either be a period or be a comma, but make up your mind.

It's easy to say you will do what's right and shun what's wrong, but when you get close enough to any given situation, you realize that there is no black or white. There are gradations of gray.

O. Odio esa palabra. Una sola letra y tiene todos los requisitos de la duda razonable.

Her mind is running in circles, like a gerbil on a wheel, the same way mine is. Chase every rung of possibility, and you still get absolutely nowhere.

It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.

Entre uma boa acção e uma má acção existem mil tons de cinzento.

Could something that looked so wrong on the outside turn out to be undeniably right? My

Can a person hold tightly to two thoughts that look, at first sight, as if they'd cancel each other out?

Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it... some stories just don't have a happy ending.

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

Can a person not be two things at once?

Could something that looked so wrong on the outside turn out to be undeniably right?

Good afternoon, Suzy Q. Are you ladies all right?" "Nobody's all right, Officer. Nobody's all wrong, nobody's all right. We all of us stuck in the middle." He

Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision

In my world, there are no simple questions, and precious few answers of any kind. If you are going to write about me, you must resign yourself to that.

In this new life I am condemned to, is there nothing that is not open to doubt?

I looked out into the luminous grey twilight, aghast and in an obscure way proud at the thought of what I had lost, of what might have been.

For whom is the funhouse fun? Perhaps for lovers. For Ambrose it is a place of fear and confusion .

we don't know what drives and sustains us, only that we are most miserably driven and, imperfectly, sustained.

I long ago learned that one's illnesses are both pleasanter and more useful if one keeps their exact nature to himself: one's friends, uncertain as to the cause of one's queer behavior and strange sufferings, impute to one a mysteriousness often subtly convenient.