Quotes About Ambiguity

It's a kind of limbo, knowing what you want but not being quite sure how to go about doing it.

It was a very circuitous path. It was not very linear - I floundered about for many years.

Sometimes, when you get into a record, it's like writing a book, and you get so far inside the story you can't tell anymore if it's gonna be good to an outside listener.

I didn't know what 'Every Little Thing' was going to do.

Nothing makes logical sense in this industry.

I gave up a long time ago trying to figure out what will happen in an acting career.

I'm a lousy predictor of the future.

I would be lying if I said no. I have an idea for 'Pa. Pandi 2', but I don't know when it will happen or if it will happen at all.

What is male and what is female? I don't always feel female.

If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.

f you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.

Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.

A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.

you feeling?" "Not—We're

It is time to venture out of the comforting land of either/or opposites and travel into the uncertain territory of both/and.

He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that i prefer.

By the time the words from the bank reached her, the thick white river mist had rinsed the urgency out of them. The words drifted into her ear, washed out and waterlogged, and sounded scarcely louder than the thoughts in her own head.

He has described in precise, measured words the beautiful desolation he feels at the close of novels where the message is that there is no end to human suffering, only endurance. He has spoken of endings that are muted, but which echo longer in the memory than louder, more explosive denouements. He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that I prefer.

There was nothing to see; the mist that hung in the air made everything invisible that was more than a short distance away.

I glanced through another page in case I had missed something, and came to the description of Simon's face as he lay on the grass with his eyes closed. It gave me a stab in which happiness and misery were somehow a part of each other.

It was so nice that Simon was here for it - tell him I enjoyed every minute - ' it was glorious writing that - almost like telling him I was glad he'd kissed me. But after I'd posted the letter I was worried in case he guessed what I'd meant.

No body knows how to feel and they're checking around for hints.

the half-concealed disasters that constitute a life.

Is his manhood a sham? Does he love himself or hate himself? I don't think he knows. Or it changes minute to minute. Or the question is so implicit in everything he does that he can't get outside it to answer