Quotes About Ambiguity

This morning chases a scattered rhyme; this moment flows toward its ambivalent source.

and the slapping feet of the men that follow the box. They have no faces and they feel with the whiskers of dogs.

Mi s-a p?rut c? am în?eles, înc? din acea perioad?, c? oamenii, evenimentele, istoria sunt întotdeauna ambigui ?i c? acordul spiritelor este arareori altceva decât o neîn?elegere binecuvântat? de zei.

There is always another side, always.

Anla??lmaz bir homurtu olarak gördü?ü bu dünyada, sessiz ve akl? kar???k biri gibi görünmek ho?una gidiyordu.

Artists are men who want to become inhuman.

A darkness different from Ember's, but just as frightening...

I don't know if I killed my dad or not.

If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

It's the honest point of view of an artist: You have to please. I'd like viewers to come away from my films unsure whether they've understood them. I want to leave them wondering.

Light and darkness, life and death, right and left, are brothers and sisters. They are inseparable. This is why goodness is not always good, violence not always violent, life not always enlivening, death not always deadly.19

The woman offered her hand, and I shook it. She had a confident grip. She didn't tell me her name, though, and I couldn't tell if she simply forgot or she didn't want me to know.

Do I have a long-term plan? Kind of. I have a general direction, I think. But it's funny what comes down the pike.

You know who I am? Sure, Pony typed. You're the Queen of the Universe. Flattering, April responded. Wanna fill me in on you? They call me Pony. You're not bad... What do you want to know? … Who's the bad guy? You? Or me?

don't know,

It's like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

Talking with her was like listening to a ballad on a radio station that fades in and out as you drive, sometimes clear and sentimental and tuned perfectly to the passing land, sometimes filled with static, lost, a song played too many times.

A tree looked like it was eating somebody, but it may also have been bathing them.

at least things didn't appear to be moving in a "Let's snap the wishbone" direction.

I'd held my job in the mailroom of a heartless corporation run by sinister men in dark suits for over three months now, and today at lunch my boss' boss had nodded and half-smiled in my direction. My future was looking bright.

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's defiance in that, too.