Quotes About Ambiguity

Who knows who you really are? A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading....

Bir nokta, her ÅŸeyden daha fazla bilinmeyen içerir. Tüm yapmas? gereken k?p?rdamas?, az?c?k yerinden oynamas?d?r; binlerce deÄŸiÅŸik eÄŸriye, yüzlerce kat? biçime dönüÅŸebilir. K?p?rdamak istemiyorum... Korkuyorum. Neye dönüÅŸeceÄŸim?

And tomorrow... what? Nobody knows. You understand? Neither I nor anyone else knows. It's unknown. You understand it's come to an end, everything that was known? Now it'll be new, never before seen or imagined.

I am alone. It is evening. There is a light fog. The sky is covered by a thin milky-golden tissue. If I only knew what is there—higher. If I only knew who I am. Which I am I?

it is twenty-two-thirty. Till tomorrow, then. Record Four The Wild Man with a Barometer – Epilepsy – If * * * * * * * Until today everything in life seemed to me clear (that is why, I think, I always had a sort of partiality toward the word "clear"), but today...

You cannot cut an apple with an apple. I have interrupted that living to write: the story of a faux-prodigy, which is the real story of Fabienne and Agnes, as real as on that day when we were in th graveyard, wanting, and unable, to kill each other; wanting, and unable, to save each other.

To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday.

If you come to a fork in the road, take it

When you come to a fork in the road, just take it

When you see a fork in the road, take it.

You've got to be very careful if you don't know where you are going, because you might not get there.

When you get to the fork in the road.....take it!

It's tough to make predictions, especially about the future.

Never make predictions, especially about the future.

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

Doesn't it seem as though her heart were a green flame? Perhaps it's the cold green heart of a small green snake, with a minute flaw in it, the kind of small green snake that slithers from branch to branch in the jungle, passing itself off as a vine. What's more, perhaps when she gave me the ring with such a gentle, loving expression, she wanted me to draw such a meaning from it some day.

Avevo imparato ad atteggiare le labbra al sorriso di chi la sa lunga sulle vicende del mondo, un sorriso simile a quello di un giovane sacerdote. Avevo il senso di non essere né vivo né morto.

No hay mayor seguridad que la de no saber hacia qué destino te dirigen tus pasos.

Non gli dispiaceva raccontare di sé, ma era spaventoso come l'evocazione dei ricordi servisse solo a rendere la sua esistenza sempre più ambigua e incerta. [...] la parte di ricordanze che aveva la funzione di controllo e di indagine non andava forse accumulandosi di nascosto come letame?" pp.1338-9, Yukio Mishima, Romanzi e Racconti, La casa di Kyoko, volume 1, i Meridiani

One who pans for gold can't expect to dip up only gold, or even attempt to. He must blindly scoop the sand from the river bottom. He doesn't have the privilege of finding out in advance whether he will succeed. Maybe there's no gold in it, but maybe there is. Yet the one thing certain is that the person who doesn't pan for gold never gets any richer.

See? The line between good things and bad things is very thin. Most of the time, you can find them at the same place.

Is there anything more dangerous than dissatisfied and irresponsible gods who don't know what they want?

If modernity has a motto, it is 'shit happens'. On

They were too familiar to ignore, but too different to tolerate.