Quotes About Uncertainty

Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!

Guildenstern: What's the first thing you remember? Rosencrantz: [thinks] No, it's no good. It was a long time ago. Guildenstern: No, you don't take my meaning. What's the first thing you remember after all the things you've forgotten? Rosencrantz: Oh, I see... I've forgotten the question.

No more you can, time must needs run backward, and since it will not, we must stir our way onward mixing as we go, disorder out of disorder into disorder until pink is complete, unchanging and unchangeable, and we are done with it for ever. This is known as free will or self-determination.

ROS My name is Guildenstern, and this is Rosencrantz. Guil confers briefly with him. (Without embarrassment.) I'm sorry—his name's Guildenstern, and I'm Rosencrantz.

GUIL (hevesen megragadja) MIT GONDOLSZ, KI VAGY TE? ROS Szónoki kérdés. Gém, meccs!

The future is disorder.

Alles ist zu einem einzigen, riesigen Wettbewerb mutiert, der sich Leben nennt, bei dem niemand weiß, was der Preis ist, aber jeder weiß, dass er gewinnen will

I write the way women have babies. You don't know it's going to be like that. If you did, there's no way you would go through with it.

fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140)

More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark?

So this is what insanity is. Not goofy behavior, but watching a sudden change in the world you used to know.

I am nothing to you. You say I am wilderness. I am. Is that a tremble on your mouth, in your eye? Are you afraid? You should be.

Nothing could be counted on in a world where even when you were a solution you were a problem.

Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present—intolerable—and since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.

It was a silly age, twenty-five; too old for teenaged dreaming, too young for settling down. Every corner was a possibility and a dead end.

Her heart kicked and an itchy burning in her throat made her swallow all her saliva away. She didn't know which way to go.

For a long time now he knew that anything could appear to b something else, and probably was.

Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it.

He relished never knowing what lay in his path, who might approach with what intention.

Nobody counted on Garner dying. Nobody thought he could. How 'bout that? Everything rested on Garner being alive. Without his life each of theirs fell to pieces. Now ain't that slavery or what is it?

Well, that's the way it was. Nobody counted on Garner dying. Nobody though he could. How 'bout that? Everything rested on Garner being alive. Without his life each of theirs fell to pieces. Now ain't that slavery or what is it?

It was not death or dying that frightened him, but the unexpectedness of both.

Nadie sabía apreciar la seguridad que proporcionaba la compañía de un fantasma.

Slave life; freed life--everyday was a test and a trial. Nothing could be counted on in a world where even you were a solution you were a problem