Quotes About Ambiguity

I don't want this part where I don't know if I've dreamed it or not.

we can laugh at it sorrowfully

I want to live here, where nothing coheres. Who'd be in ordinary life, working or shopping, looking forward to whatever it turns out it's about

And I go in, it's just a portal after all. I don't know what's inside. Whatever happens next. Nothing happens; things coalesce then melt again

I can't help but be both of you. I wanted to be able to take a side and will never again.

I settle on nothing; I decide nothing. This is not a final place. There is no such place.

And, as usual, you don't really know what you want.

Cloaking what? A further horror.

having had the gleam taken out of her to the point where she resembles twilight

the village is lost in its veils a few dreams lean over the lanes like nettles

severed by light from myself not knowing but almost

Virtue was ever double-edged.

Sometimes there is no good choice.

And so because he was half bastard, half gentleman, he asked for her bra

Any good photo is a secret of a secret. It's the unknowable glimpsed within a glimpse, the puzzle in plain sight. It's the question that makes us look for an answer we're never going to find. An open case. An unsolved mystery. A good still is never still - it's restive, alive.

Today, any movie that didn't show Rick and Ilsa sweatily grappling with each other's naked bodies in Rick's apartment above the café would be considered old-fashioned. But graphic sex wipes out ambiguity, and the ambiguity in Casablanca, the uncertainty about events and motives, is one of the things that still entices us.

The world is a cornucopia of grays. I believed the romantic interpretation of Casablanca then - love lost for the good of the world - and believe it now. But it is the very ambiguity of Casablanca that keeps it current. No movie can last if it cannot find new things to say to new generations. Captain Renault, the one gray character in a black and white time, would've been amused.

Leaving this changeling for George, she washed his ripe fruit, and bit and broke the skin. An intense tang, the underside of velvet. Then flesh dissolved in a rush of nectar. Juice drenched her hand and wet the inside of her wrist. She had forgotten, if she'd ever know, that what was sweet could also be so complicated, that fruit could have a nap, like fabric, soft one way, sleek the other.

People can be cheering for you, Cleo, and also thinking you're starting to lose your mind. Two things can be true at once.

What are they after?" Kat asked. "Hard to say," Hale said; again, he eyed the room. "Who is that?" Macey asked. "The reason I wasn't flirting with you," Hale told her.

You switched the days," I said, dismayed. "You blew the tire. You..." I trailed off, probably because the next words out of my mouth were either going to be "You are enough to do this?" or "You're destined for a life of crime." It was a toss-up either way.

I've spent enough time studying languages to know that almost any phrase can have two meanings

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

Habíamos sido felices caminando sobre una cuerda floja, habíamos florecido en un infección de contradicciones, nos habíamos encontrado en un laberinto de paradojas sin mirar nunca al suelo, sin mirar nunca al cielo, sin mirar.