Jean-Luc Godard Quotes

The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

There is something special about the beauty in the unclear, the ambiguity, the in-between that you can't totally recognise.

The gray area, the place between black and white - that's the place where life happens.

I decided as usual that justice lay in the middle - that is to say nowhere.

She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

Damned Neuters, in their Middle way of Steering, Are neither Fish, nor Flesh, nor good Red Herring.

Well they are all working but don’t ask me what they are doing.

Just as black and white, when mixed, make grey, in many ways that's what it did to my self-identity: it created a murky area of who I was, a haze around how people connected with me. I was grey. And who wants to be this indifferent colour, devoid of depth and stuck in the middle? I certainly didn't.

I wasn't into making classmates laugh - or any of the comedy cliches. I wanted to disappear. I was a nonentity. I wasn't too clever but I wasn't in the bottom group. I wasn't loud but I wasn't quiet. I wasn't a bully and I wasn't bullied.

I find it very interesting to keep people uncertain about what is what and figure it out as they go.

It's a murky world out there, and it's hard to figure things out sometimes.

There is no shame is being ambivalent about almost everything in your life.

This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.

Indistinctness is my forte.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

When a question has no correct answer, there is only one honest response. The gray area between yes and no. Silence.

Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.

Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.

Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts.

In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon- The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of thing that would never be quite expressed, Where you yourself were never quite yourself And did not want nor have to be.

The man in between waits between the two, not hearing the lie and not seeing the true. Unknowing what is and denying what seems, and there he will sleep, the man in between.

Clarity is not a characteristic of the human spirit.