Quotes About Ambiguity

But why would it matter? We aren't ... or...uh...weren't ..." Which is it, Jess? "Aren't" or "weren't"? Present or past tense? Now or then? "We haven't been talking to each other." Past imperfect tense. How appropriate.

To become chronically ill is not only to have a disease that you have to manage, but to have a new story about yourself, a story that many people refuse to hear—because it is deeply unsatisfying, full of fits and starts, anger, resentment, chasms of unruly need. My own illness story has no destination.

As the chronically ill know, to be alive is to be in uncertainty.

Future is an enemy territory; we cannot know what will happen to us over there!

Since the future is unknown, in every step forward we walk to the unknown!

Tomorrow is an assumption; it is just a theory! We must wait for tomorrow to see whether tomorrow is real or not!

We walk from nowhere to nowhere, but at least during our journey we have time to think on how to be able to change this ambiguity!

I ignore Jaco Coote when I see him. I'm not sure why. It's not as if I dislike him or anything. I think I ignore him because if I look at him I might find that he's looking at me, and I'm not sure where that would lead us.

You smell like a bar," he said. I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

I not really sure if we can

Be honest, Do I give off a vibe that says 'No, handsome stud, I don't want you to make a pass at me,' while at the same time communicating, 'Hello there, acne-ridden dwarf. Promise me we'll meet again.

A clear division between good and evil, right and wrong, would simplify everything, but life was rarely simple.

Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.

I'm not happy," she whispered. "I don't know what I am, but this isn't happiness.

watching the stars appear in the sky. It was one of her favorite times of day, when the colors that streaked across the sky faded. Things were neither bright nor dark, but caught somewhere between. That was how life had felt for so long: it could get better or worse

What if?.. What if I am all to see? What if life is only this? And Ignorance is bliss? What if love is only pain? And nothing can be gained by living everyday And there is no better way? What then?

Tots ho van voler. Ho van fer expressament. Els feia falta per viure perquè s'avorrien. Les cares de tots eren cares de gent que voldrien coses sense saber ben bé quines són les coses que voldria, però que en vol sigui com sigui.

Reasonable, smart people disagree about what will happen in the future—in part because nobody can see the future.

Something to remember, that: cats for missiles.

Quem está a balançar: sou eu, é a cadeira ou é o mundo?

It was like he was being pulled in a single direction, but by two diametrically opposed forces—if such a thing could be possible.

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

I am certain there is too much certainty in the world.