Quotes About Ambiguity

Sometimes its good not to have answers of a few questions in life rather getting hurt after knowing the reality.

The trouble with life is theres no background music.

Either you're going to be hated or just misunderstood.

Isn't life so strange? You don't know whats real and what isn't. What there and whats not. Whats right or whats wrong. This isn't heaven and this isn't hell.. it's just someplace in-between

Life is the only race youll run where you dont know where the finish line is.

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

The trouble with life isn't that there is no answer, it's that there are so many answers.

Life is a paradox, you're damned if you do and damned if you don't

The only thing that makes life possible is a permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

Without a measureless and perpetual uncertainty, the drama of human life would be destroyed.

Life is a contradiction at times - as are we.

If life is just a stage, then we are all running around ad-libbing, with absolutely no clue what the plot is. Maybe that's why we don't know whether it's a comedy or tragedy.

Life seems to be a choice between two wrong answers.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.

Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix

Walking on a path that you don't know about will lead you nowhere.

Sometimes surrender means giving up trying to understand and becoming comfortable with not knowing.

I guess I'm growing tired of being "just a friend..."

I don't really know how to be friends with you.

Gilberte belonged, during those years at least, to the most widespread variety of human ostriches, the kind that bury their heads not in the hope of not being seen, which they consider highly improbable, but in the hope of not seeing that they can be seen, which seems to them something to the good and enables them to leave the rest to chance.

could hear the tick of Saint-Loup's watch, which must have been somewhere near at hand. The tick changed place all the time, for I could not see the watch; it seemed to be coming from behind me, from in front, from my right, from my left, sometimes to die away as though it were coming from a long way off. Suddenly I caught sight of the watch on a table. So now I heard the tick in a fixed place, from which it did not move again.

Such grave uncertainty, whenever the mind feels overtaken by itself; when it, the seeker, is also the obscure country where it must seek and where all its baggage will be nothing to it.

he never dared to allow this smile a definite expression on his features,