Ambiguous Emotions Quotes

Certain songs just feel a way that's hard to put into words and it's not happy and it's also not really sad but I couldn't say what it is

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

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.

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

What is Mona Lisa thinking? Nothing, of course. Her blankness is her menace and our fear. [...] Walter Pater is to call her a 'vampire,' coasting through history on her secret tasks.

I like poems where you don't really know whether to laugh or cry when you read them.

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

Enemies are, to me, as important as friends in my life, and when they die I mourn their passing.

I like playing with that space between laughter and discomfort where your discomfort can also make you laugh, and you're confused about the mixed feelings. That's challenging, and I think that's what makes for some of the best art.