Quotes About Ambiguity

She was expected to recover, but the prognosis was uncertain as to whether she might have

Looking at the horizon again, I saw a lone figure coming toward me, but I wasn't frightened because I was sure it was my mother. As I got closer to the figure, I could see that it wasn't my mother, but still I wasn't frightened because I could see that it was a woman.

I was numb, but it was from not knowing just what this new life would hold for me.

I look at this place (Antigua), I look at these people (Antiguans), and I cannot tell whether I was brought up by, and so come from, children, eternal innocents, or artists who have not yet found eminence in a world too stupid to understand, or lunatics who have made their own lunatic asylum, or an exquisite combination of all three.

Lucy, a girl's name for Lucifer. That my mother would have found me devil-like did not surprise me, for I often thought of her as god-like, and are not the children of gods devils? I did not grow to like the name Lucy-I would have much preferred to be called Lucifer outright-but whenever I saw my name I always reached out to give it a strong embrace.

Krohan but from that distance he sounded almost

How the hell should I know? I'm just a grunt.

If you agree to work for us, half the time you won't know the purpose of your duties . . . and when we do explain, we might not be telling the truth. But that's the real world, folks . . .

If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.

Even today, I've no idea what the truth is, or what I did with it.

Mystery is the essential element of every work of art.

Pois é": uma maneira tipicamente brasileira de não ficar quieto e ao mesmo tempo não dizer nada.

pensar supone siempre un riesgo, y que el mejor lugar para filosofar está precisamente en la frontera entre la luz y las tinieblas, en ese claroscuro donde todo es incierto, y al lado mismo del vacío, entre lo estable y lo precario, allí donde las palabras se juntan un momento en tropel, prefiguran un edificio de clarividencia y se precipitan luego en el olvido. "El abismo es el ágora de nuestro tiempo" solía decir mientras se columpiaba en el alféizar.

Proprio non so come dirlo in modo che suoni veritiero: di verità ne esistono sempre come minimo due.

Where there's black, even grey looks white.

You know the pain is part of the whole thing. And it isn't that you can say afterwards the pleasure was greater than the pain and that's why you would do it again. That has nothing to do with it. You can't measure it, because the pain comes after and it lasts longer. So the question really is, Why doesn't that pain make you say, I won't do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don't.

I think I know what sort of person I am. But then I think, But this stranger will imagine me quite otherwise when he or she hears this or that to my credit, for instance that I have a position at the university: the fact that I have a position at the university will appear to mean that I must be the sort of person who has a position at the university.

He takes me up a few flights of stairs into an small apartment. It looks familiar to me. Any room can seem like a room remembered from a dream, as can any doorway into a second room...

Ah! se a gente pudesse se organizar com o equilíbrio das estrelas tão exatas nas suas constelações. Mas parece que a graça está na meia-luz. Na ambiguidade. E até as estrelas, pobrezinhas, equilibradas mas tremendo tanto na solidão.

Light at the end of the tunnel We don't even have a tunnel we don't even know where the tunnel is.

For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can't tell a live cat from a dead cat.

The one thing that was one hundred percent assured was that nothing was one hundred percent assured

The trouble with being too careful about your wishes, though, was that you could end up with a wish so shapeless that it could come true and you wouldn't even know it, or it wouldn't matter.

We have a language that is full of ambiguities; we have a way of expressing ourselves that is often complex and elusive, poetic and modulated; all our thoughts can be rendered with absolute clarity if we bother to put the right dots and squiggles between the words in the right places. Proper punctuation is both the sign and the cause of clear thinking. If it goes, the degree of intellectual impoverishment we face is unimaginable.