Quotes About Ambiguity

I know I was a great friend to Tiger Woods. But when you have a relationship that's involves business and friendship - and the business part comes to an end - things always get a little blurry.

To be sure, there is no advance guarantee that when two practices are in total or massive conflict with each other, one of them will be more firmly established than the other. But that is just an example of the general point that the human condition provides no guarantee that we will not be faced with questions we have no way to settle.

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

Yes, of course," said Kinderman. "It's very strange. But then it leaves us

I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn't happiness.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Macbeth: What is the night?Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o' the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

We would, and we would not.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds.

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.

No hay nada en la vida que sea solo bueno o solo malo.

I like poems where you don't really know whether to laugh or cry when you read them.

Te ríes cuando deberías horrorizarte. Te enamoras de mí cuando más bien tendrías que esquivarme.

Ave María Purísima: me acuso de ser yo por todas partes. O sea de querer siempre ser otra. Y hasta peor: conseguirlo.

Its important to be comfortable with uncertainty.

You could walk from North Tai Ping Zhuang over to the North Entrance of He Ping Street, and you may as well have smoked your way through two packs of Camels. You smoked the taxi driver's smoke as he spun sharply around a corner, you smoked the local party leader's smoke as he tried to establish order at a meeting, you smoked your boyfriend's smoke whether he loved you or not. Chinese-made cigarettes, foreign imports, dodgy rip-offs. The city was in a permanent fog.

It was hard to know what was coming, where our lives would lead, and it made me sad to think about the future.

Formless days passed one after the other, as if swollen into an indistinguishable mass by the damp weather.

I was always watching you." This could have been a breathless declaration of love or a final farewell.

She got off at the train station, the final stop, but in the station saw neither signs nor people. She sat on a cold bench in the waiting room, listening. She was starting to wonder if this was really a station. Based on experience she'd assumed as much, but you couldn't count on things being the way they'd always been. Perhaps this was no longer a station, and she simply hadn't heard the news.