Quotes About Uncertainty

Are you sure you want to leave?

I'm scared Gavin. What if I can't do this?

Are you holding on to me because you think I'm going to disappear?

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

I have nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion

and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?" She didn't know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.

and nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.

I sat cross-legged in the sand and contemplated my life. Well, there, and what difference did it make? What's going to happen to me up ahead?

I don't know

Non avevo niente da offrire a nessuno tranne la mia confusione.

I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.

I had nothing to offer anybody except for my own confusion

Where is he tonight? Where am I? Where are you?

I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I can.

Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, He'll be all right. And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that awful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me.

Qué será de nosotros cuando muramos?- Le pregunte en cierta ocasión. - Cuando uno se muere se muere, eso es todo - respondió.