Quotes About Uncertainty

soru i?aretleri cesaret k?r?c?d?r bazen.

and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

Dear God, please don't close my eyes to realities. I'd rather stand aware and trembling before each betrayal, face--diminished and disappointed--every lie. Don't, God, allow me to become susceptible to some crafty masquerade. In my bed, I'd rather lay in darkness between myself and my self...touching only uncertainty or holding on to You.

We are more intimately bound to one another by our kindred doubts than our brave conclusions.

Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may have not devoted myself to a fantasy.

None can reply - all seems eternal now. The wilderness has a mysterious tongue, which teaches awful doubt.

As for a future life, every man must judge for himself between conflicting vague probabilities.

I no longer want a monastery which is too secure, I want a small monastery, like the house of a poor workman who is not sure if tomorrow he will find work and bread, who with all his being shares the suffering of the world.

They were both at such an age that they stood on a cusp. They could think in one part of their minds that their whole lives stretched out before them without boundary or limit. At the same time another part guessed that youth was about over for them and what lay ahead was another country entirely, wherein the possibilities narrowed down moment by moment.

Whether you pick well or poorly, the act of choosing carries grief. Leaves you wondering, years later, what life might have been had you chosen differently. . . . Or even wishing you'd simply paused, taken a long, deep breath. Not allowed the personal moment and the pattern of your family and your stupid culture to shove you two-handed from behind, forcing you to stumble unbalanced into the future

He had long since decided there was little usefulness in speculating much on what a day will bring. It led a person to the equal errors of being either dreadful or hopeful. Neither, in his experience, served to ease your mind.

Where do you want to go? was his responce. I don't know Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter.

but maybe life is like that - you never know when something that's been hidden is going to rise up and bite you, or glow with a golden hue.

and I was reminded....of the everday boredom of a life in espionage. One is always waiting for someone who does not show up,for something that does not happen.

What am I waiting for, Emily asked herself. For each Saturday in Young in Heart to end? For Mrs. Conwey to die? For news from some college and a sense of what next year would be?

Has the fellowship served to make the individual free, strong, and mature, or has it made him weak and dependent? Has it taken him by the hand for a while in order that he may learn again to walk by himself, or has it made him uneasy and unsure?" —LIFE TOGETHER

strange land while we await the return of Christ.

Information is that which defies expectation.

The Rapture of the Nerds has been followed by the Resurrection of the Extremely Confused. (318)

It's a bit like cricket," Pete agrees. "Weeks of endless boredom interspersed with the occasional moment of existential terror.

I've met gibbering horrors from other universes, been psychically entangled with a serial killer fish goddess, stalked by zombies, imprisoned by a megalomaniac billionaire, and I've even survived the attention of the Auditors (when I was young, foolish, and didn't know any better). But I've never lost a classified file before, and I don't ever want there to be a first time. I force myself to sit down

Yes, Derek," I tell him, "we hauled you four thousand miles out of your comfort zone just so you could make a saving throw vs. Cthulhu. Happy now?

Although I am unconvinced that I desire life, I am not yet ready to embrace death.

You take after your dad, a high-functioning sociopath with an incurable organic personality disorder. It's one of the special-sauce variety, the kind with a known genetic cause. Your uncle Albert was something different, and worse: He was a man of faith.