Quotes About Ambiguity

You can flip a coin but Schrodinger's pet cat will still be in that box.

She's a devil, she's an angel, she's a woman, she's a child. She's a heartache when she leaves you, but she'll leave you with a smile.

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.

The smile of a politician is strong and friendly, but noncommittal.

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

Her smile was like a Samuel Beckett play - easy to read but difficult to interpret.

A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.

Ser dos significa aceptar un futuro indeteminado

La guerra oggi è pace, e la pace è guerra. Le belle e le brutte notizie durano poco, assumono quasi subito un significato ambiguo, perdono chiarezza: e anche se non ci sono guerre o altre calamità, l'industria della paura impedisce che se ne parli in modo non allarmistico. Le belle notizie non fanno più notizia. Le brutte notizie sono, per definizione, le notizie.

Postmodernity means the exhilarating freedom to pursue anything, yet mind-boggling uncertainty as to what is worth pursuing and in the name of what one should pursue it.

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

Maybe I had found true love. Not that true love is a bitter, rotten dead monkey in a box. But then again, maybe.

looks as if I have an open umbrella concealed under my skirt. How did that happen?

a saint with the heart of a devil, or a fiend with the soul of a saint.

If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.

He had no idea who bought his books, how they acquired the money to buy them. Perhaps they were saints, perhaps they were criminals...

Once I heard Dantly tell Welton that the Native Americans used to call that particular part of the morning "between the wolf and the dog" because the sky is so deep blue and spooky or whatever that you can't tell what's what. Is that a wolf on that hill or a dog? A man or a monkey? A saint or the devil?

Once I looked over at Welton and he was wiping his nose. I couldn't tell if he was crying or on nasal spray.

I'm half white, I said, folding my arms. Hrrm. Which half? I blinked. Uh...dunno. Let's just say it's from the waist down. Chief Shouting Bear nodded. Deal. I only hate your legs.

Walks all ass straw.' 'I beg your pardon?' 'The car. A classic. Ass-straw translates as star, I believe.

Beware the things of this world that can mean everything or nothing. Ciro

Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn't doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he - he ignored it - ignored you. What would you feel?

Mom's smiles were so full of feeling that people leaned back a little when she greeted them. It was hard to know just how much was being offered.