Quotes About Ambiguity

Unless you're God and you know everything, including the past and the future, most of life is pretty much a question of closing your eyes and stabbing at a map. You have to try not to give yourself a hard time when things turn out to be not as good as you'd hoped.

The ladders of life that we scale merrily Move mysteriously around So that when you think you're climbing up, man In fact you're climbing down

You have to operate, at least some of the time, in the world of mystery, beneath that great and terrifying cloud of artistic unknowing

I'd say, be careful what you wish for; certitude is seldom good for creativity.

fundamental flaw of modern capitalism is that businesses promote bombastic people. As Cameron Anderson and Sébastien Brion of the University of California, Berkeley, showed experimentally, 'In conditions where there is any ambiguity in competence and performance (which is common in organisations), overconfident individuals will be perceived as more competent by others, and attain higher levels of status, compared to individuals with more accurate self-perceptions of competence.

Everything's complicated, even those things that seem flat in their bleakness or sadness.

Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens.

Like a cookie crumbled but you eat it anyway, life is.

But I'm not saying anything because I've just noticed the brick. Or rather the lack of brick. Of course, some of the dark shapes on the floor probably are bricks, but they don't look like my brick. The one that can be up against the door. But isn't.

It was the tail end of summer. It was the beginning of winter. It was autumn, formally, but Ronny hated gradations.

If Hild thought of sides, she thought of plots, of her mother, of Lindsey, its blood, its stink, and the world began to dissolve into a white hiss so that she wanted to step away from her body and become the marble maid again.

The arms that Thenike wrapped around her waist for support were strong and hard. Marghe wanted to lean into them and weep for what she had lost, though she did not know whether the loss was good or bad, or even real.

Despite her best intentions, Hild's voice rose as a question.

Kissing her was not like kissing Julia, who had been all length and plum softness, and whose messages had been very clear. Kick was like a powerful trapped beast. She stirred restlessly, one hand in the small of my back, pulling me closer, one on my shoulder pushing me away. I eased to one side, weight on my right elbow, head propped on my hand. I stroked her belly. The muscle loosened. She sighed. The sigh sounded as though it had a smile in it. I smiled in the dark.

She will never say what the girl's true name is, or who the other was, and the stories are never the same. And always the cave is hidden.

You're confusing me." "It's a confusing world.

The killer child was her mistress. For now.

Peretur patted Bony's shoulder, and could not tell if the horse trembled or she did. Was this fear?

Your eyes are different in this light. No colour at all. Like cement.

She looked alert and lithe, a dancer with briefcase in the wrong building.

The loft was as I remembered-rich carpet, polished floors, and stark brick support pillars all brilliantly lit, even with no one at home-only now whenever I looked I saw that unfeeling mind at work, controlling, manipulating, hiding.

There was no wind in the hall, no fly to land on Gwenhwyfar's hand and tell Peretur all she needed-and she could read nothing in the queen's carefully judged smile.

How did Begu always make simple things seem so slippery?

The shadows around her loomed longer and darker. She didn't know what her light was.