Quotes About Ambiguity

Certain mountains were that way, like the Bighorns. The air around them was so clear you could ride toward them for days without seeming to get any closer. And yet, if you kept riding, you would get to the mountains. He was not so sure he would ever get to Lorie.

O ser humano, esse estranho animal, balançando entre animal e esperança.

This is the thing about good and evil. They aren't so far apart—and they often start from the same valiant place of wanting something to be different.

When I finally allow myself to look up, it's Bailey that I see. It cools me out, immediately, centers me. She is walking toward me from the same direction Owen has gone. She's in her gray sweater dress and high-top Converse, her long, brown hair running halfway down her back. Did Owen pass her? Did he get to see for himself how beautiful she has become? How sure of herself? I hope so. I hope so at the same time I hope not. Which way, after all, spares him?

Besides, what is the whole truth and nothing but the truth? The truth is not a finite commodity that can be contained within identifiable borders. The truth is messy, riotous, overrunning everything. You can never know the whole truth of anything. And if you could, you would wish you didn't.

Sometimes good and evil aren't so much opposites as two sides of a coin. You toss it one way and it looks good, another way and it's evil, sometimes it just depends on which end of the gun you're on.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

I used to think I knew what was right and what was wrong, and who the good guys are, and who the bad guys are. Then the world got very gray, and I didn't know anything for a long time

They say not to look back, but if you're not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death. - Jean-Claude

Every time I thought I understood the rules, they changed. Why was it that the damn rules always seemed to change for the worse?

He wanted you dead, now he doesn't, I don't know why. Chimera's crazy, he doesn't need a reason to change his mind.

He walked away through the crowd before i could decide if i'd been insulted or not. Just as well. For the life of me, i couldn't think of a good comeback line.

I couldn't decide if it was a new orgasm, or if it was just an extra ending for the first one.

Jag kupade händerna om tändaren för att skydda lågan från vinden, och när min hud nuddade hans kände jag hur det fladdrade till i bröstet. Var det lust, kärlek eller bara ett tidigt tecken på lungcancer?

it felt a bit like five chapters into an Agatha Christie novel, everyone milling around, looking vaguely suspect.

safe haven of murderers, the native land and cover for cardsharps, the general lure for loose women

Key West—a town of people passing through, looking around, waiting, hoping for something special to happen, then not having a clue what was going on when it did.

You can think a thing over many times and still have no idea how you'll answer the question, if ever it's asked.

I can't tell anymore when I'm asleep and when I'm awake, or which is worse.

Trying to figure out what you want to do, who you want to be, is messy as hell; the best anyone can hope for is to figure out the next step.

I can never tell with moments of silence. They're so... silent. Empty.

I don't know what I'm doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out.

It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing.