{"quotes":[{"text":"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.Delicious Ambiguity.","author":"Gilda Radner","tags":["ambiguity","life","stories","uncertainty","unpredictability"],"id":21617,"author_id":"Gilda+Radner"},{"text":"Running through the maze of life, you come across profound ambiguities and complexities. Yet the essence of living a meaningful life remains simple- following your heart and pursuing your life purpose.","author":"Roopleen","tags":["ambiguity","complex","inspire","life","quote","quotes","simple","wisdom"],"id":40152,"author_id":"Roopleen"},{"text":"The sign stopped me-- or rather, this text stopped me. Words are my profession; I seized these and demanded that they explain themselves, that they cease to be ambiguous.","author":"Daniel Quinn","tags":["ambiguity","words"],"id":42381,"author_id":"Daniel+Quinn"},{"text":"Dread was always with her, an alarm system in her head, alertto her next disaster.Despite being resigned to a life of misfortune, she becameresourceful.She grudgingly noticed that things always worked out, evenwhen she claimed defeat.An inconvenient truth, yet it was right there, in her face,betraying her self-punishments and assumptions.She kept overcoming things, dammit, aggravating herself.She still felt so much joy, despite her efforts to be miserable.Her life was full of miracles and spectacles that she was afraidto rely on so she didn’t know how to enjoy, how to be thankful,without guilt.She didn’t want to win and she didn’t want to lose.Ambiguity intrigued her and she found passion in the gapsbetween hope and despair.","author":"G.G. Renee Hill","tags":["ambiguity","defeat","dread","gratitude","guilt","hope","joy","miracles","misfortune","resilience","self-prophecy"],"id":48635,"author_id":"G.G.+Renee+Hill"},{"text":"There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.","author":"Glen Cook","tags":["ambiguity","evil","good","morality"],"id":54237,"author_id":"Glen+Cook"},{"text":"Daydream, which is to thought as the nebula is to the star, borders on sleep, and is concerned with it as its frontier. An atmosphere inhabited by living transparencies: there's a beginning of the unknown. But beyond it the Possible opens out, immense.Other beings, other facts, are there. No supernaturalism, only the occult continuation of infinite nature. . . . Sleep is in contact with the Possible, which we also call the improbable. The world of the night is a world. Night, as night, is a universe. . . . The dark things of the unknown world become neighbors of man, whether by true communication or by a visionary enlargement of the distances of the abyss . . . And the sleeper, not quite seeing, not quite unconscious, glimpses the strange animalities, weird vegetations, terrible or radiant pallors, ghosts, masks, figures, hydras, confusions, moonless moonlights, obscure unmakings of miracle, growths and vanishings within a murky depth, shapes floating in shadow, the whole mystery which we call Dreaming, and which is nothing other than the approach of an invisible reality. The dream is the aquarium of Night.","author":"Victor Hugo","tags":["ambiguity","daydreams","discovery","dreams","imagination","nebulous","psychology","reality"],"id":76937,"author_id":"Victor+Hugo"},{"text":"CS Lewis may make difficult questions accessible. I don't think he makes answers 'easy. – Debra Winger.","author":"Greg Cootsona","tags":["ambiguity","humility","sovereignty-of-god","thought-life"],"id":97221,"author_id":"Greg+Cootsona"},{"text":"Because that’s life, you know? Good and bad. You can’t have one without the other. The bad brings out the good in us, and the good can be corrupted by the bad. It’s always a struggle—to fight for the good, so it tips the scale. - Jet Phoenix.","author":"Rachael Wade","tags":["ambiguity","balance","evil","good","morality"],"id":118313,"author_id":"Rachael+Wade"},{"text":"In the presence of Esch, values have hidden their faces. Order, loyalty, sacrifice—he cherishes all these words, but exactly what do they represent? Sacrifice for what? Demand what sort of order? He doesn't know.If a value has lost its concrete content, what is left of it? A mere empty form; an imperative that goes unheeded and, all the more furious, demands to be heard and obeyed. The less Esch knows what he wants, the more furiously he wants it. Esch: the fanaticism of the era with no God. Because all values have hidden their faces, anything can be considered a value. Justice, order—Esch seeks them now in the trade union struggle, then in religion; today in police power, tomorrow in the mirage of America, where he dreams of emigrating. He could be a terrorist or a repentant terrorist turning in his comrades, or a party militant or a cult member a kamikaze prepared to sacrifice his life. All the passions rampaging through the bloody history of our time are taken up, unmasked, and terrifyingly displayed in Esch's modest adventure.","author":"Milan Kundera","tags":["ambiguity","broch","certainty","cult","esch","existentialism","fanaticism","imperative","loyalty","modern","novel","order","post-modern","purpose-of-life","sacrifice","sleepwalkers","symbolic","values"],"id":120413,"author_id":"Milan+Kundera"},{"text":"The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers.","author":"Ashim Shanker","tags":["ambiguity","ashim-shanker","divinity","doubt","ephemeral","evanescence","gray","human-existence","impermanence","light","metaphysical","multiplicity","network","ontology","pluralism","poetry","shimmer","singularity","space","streaks"],"id":135436,"author_id":"Ashim+Shanker"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":39,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}