Quotes About Ambiguity

Be', dipende dai soffitti alti, no? Vedi cose che non esistono. E le cose che vedi sembrano altre cose. Un uccello può essere un pipistrello. Un pipistrello può essere una busta di plastica che vola. Così va il mondo. Vedi una cosa per un'altra. Uccelli-foglie. Pipistrelli-uccelli. Ombre fatte di luci. Rumori accidentali che sembrano più significativi. È sempre così, dovunque vai.

Once the questions snuck in, whatever had been certain became uncertain. Questions opened the way for doubt.

Rachel, Rachel—what am I?" The strobe of colors felt like a smile or a flash of relief. "That's a tough one, Borne. I don't know what you are." "Am I a squirrel?" "I don't think so." "Am I a fish?" "Definitely not!" "Am I a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fox?! Secretly raised as a common animal. But really a royal fox. Most royal of foxes. First among fox-kind." I

Rachel, Rachel—what am I?" The strobe of colors felt like a smile or a flash of relief. "That's a tough one, Borne. I don't know what you are." "Am I a squirrel?" "I don't think so." "Am I a fish?" "Definitely not!" "Am I a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fox?! Secretly raised as a common animal. But really a royal fox. Most royal of foxes. First among fox-kind." I shook my head. "No, not a fox.

We were assholes and opportunists and sociopaths, a lot of us. We thought we were on the right side of things. But what did it mean that our clients resembled ghouls and grave robbers? I knew their families, or photos of their families

As I adjusted to the light, the Crawler kept changing at a lightning pace, as if to mock my ability to comprehend it. It was a figure within a series of refracted panes of glass. It was a series of layers in the shape of an archway. It was a great sluglike monster ringed by satellites of even odder creatures. It was a glistening star. My eyes kept glancing off of it as if an optic nerve was not enough

We lack the analogies' was itself somehow deficient as a diagnosis, linguists burning up during re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere after encountering Area X.

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.

Writing fiction is like doing a jigsaw puzzle with all the pieces turned upside down.

What the client brings to us in a session is so overwhelming and so full of content and feeling that we can't hold it all. So we have to find ways to live with that—to live with all this uncertainty, all this mystery, all this ambiguity. At the same time, our clients are demanding answers and solutions.

I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey.

Calamities and opportunities all jumbled up together and no sure way to distinguish one from the other.

We prefer to say that Larry has a problem with tenses. For example, 'our product is available now' might mean it'll be available in a few months or that Larry was thinking about one day developing the product.

Five years from now, we'll all be erased," Jocelyn says, and we all sort of laugh. It's not funny, and yet it kind of is.

when you found yourself alive at the end of it, you were no longer sure whether that was a good thing.

Tiny fairywren Who is your father? *snake chomp* Guess we'll never know

I'm excited about what the future holds. I'm not a fortune-teller; I have no idea how it will play out. People say, "What are you going to do?" I don't know. I kind of love that not knowing.

Symington hadn't been

Too late I realized this sounded like a come-on. Yeah,Hayden, he would say, I want you to show me some- wink- stretches! -nudge nudge.

What he lacks in clarity, he makes up for in consistency.

Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... or what

A smile is a door that is both open and closed.

I wider that all the time - what will happen next" Kitty says. "sometimes, I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think, like, where will I be standing when I look back? Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... Or what?

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny, and it sure as hell was easier to land than a decent apartment.