Quotes About Ambiguity

Throughout history, one of the biggest problems is that the correct course of action is not always obvious, and the obvious course of action is not always correct.

Every movie I make. That's my hideout, the place I don't quite understand, but feel most at home.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me...I don't know which makes me feel worse.

Adolphus is not at his desk. That means he is somewhere in the Monstrumarium, has gone home for the day, or is dead.

I think if a poet wanted to lead, he or she would want the message to be unequivocally clear and free of ambiguity. Whereas poetry is actually the home of ambiguity, ambivalence and uncertainty.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

Don't always know what I am talking about, feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt.

Hope & curiosity about the future seemed better than guarantees. The unknown was always so attractive to me...and still is.

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

We hope vaguely but dread precisely.

It's always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.

Hope clouds observation.

...our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose depths neither can ever hope to fathom.

...but hope seduces like a silver tongue, double-edged like a dagger that cuts both ways.

That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

Hope is one of those no-win-no-fee things, and although it needs some encouragement to survive, its existence doesn't necessarily prove anything.

A world without hope, but no despair

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

Remember that the future is neither ours nor wholly not ours, so that we may neither count on it as sure to come nor abandon hope of it as certain not to be.

Let's at least hope it's not a gallu. Why? They're not all bad, in a smelly, need-to-be-killed kind of way.

Dreams, Ours mysterious Dreams, they can be Reality

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?