Quotes About Uncertainty

of each other. I think we're at the end. I just feel it.

And as she grieved, she realized that she had never trusted the world to keep herself or those she loved safe. From the moment of her mother's death, she had known that terror could be around the next corner at any moment. Had there ever been a time when she felt the clutch of fear in her gut loosen its grip, so that she could have faith in the future?

When you told me about the different subjects--psychology, ethics, philosophy, logic--that's what I most wanted to study. . . It's not so--well--definite, is it? Sometimes it's like a maze, with no answers, only more questions.

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over. Guess the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll have one less heartbreak in your life.

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

Our faith is not assured, because faith can never be, it must never be a certainty.

simply one problem among others.

If the rise and fall of BlackBerry teaches us anything it is that the race for innovation has no finish line, and that winners and losers can change places in an instant.

It took her three seconds-one, two, three-to know that her destiny required her to join this man, and his gun and his wagon, and his waiting horses. She had no conception of what was being asked of her, but she knew that there could be no viable alternative. She dashed inside the orphanage and grabbed the few things that belonged to her.

Therefore, men of Polynesia and Boston and China and Mount Fuji and the barrios of the Philippines, do not come to these islands empty-handed, or craven in spirit, or afraid to starve. There is no food here. In these islands there is no certainty. Bring your own food, your own gods, your own flowers and fruits and concepts. For if you come without resources to these islands you will perish... On these harsh terms the islands waited.

We are never prepared for what we expect

They headed northwest for a destination unknown, one man, one woman traversing barren lands that held no water, moving into canyons where desperadoes might be lurking, and crossing lands often ravaged by wandering bands of Hottentot and Bushmen outlaws.

When you're a kid, everything has a question mark at the end of it. Only later do they turn into periods. Or even exclamation points. "Will I get over this?" becomes "It's too late." Becomes "I can't get over this!

I'm forty-five and I still have no idea what I want to be when I "grow up." But I'm starting to finally accept the fact that all I want to be is ME.

My only hope for my future is I learn to dot the landscape of my life once more with question marks instead of periods. To turn judgments into queries. To turn "this" into "that?" To make every problem a maze. To be like a six-year-old.

You can find the tools to be happy right now. I still don't know what my purpose is. I'm afraid I will never know. That makes me very happy. Maybe I can have lots of adventures between today and the day I die. Maybe I can do lots of different things. And if I don't—if I die even tomorrow—that's fine also. What does purpose mean when we are dead? We might as well choose to be happy now.

If you think, "Everything would be better off if I were dead," then think, "That's really cool. Now I can do anything I want and I can postpone this thought for a while, maybe even a few months." Because what does it matter now? The planet might not even be around in a few months. Who knows what could happen with all these solar flares.

There's no way to know in advance if a business idea is a good one. Google started around 1996 but didn't make a dime of money until around 2001.

I think they're even married now. Or dead. Who knows?

First off, people say "it doesn't hurt to ask" precisely when it does hurt to ask.

Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it's true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.

Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety.

I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.

We don't know enough about ourselves. I think it's better to know that you don't know, that way you can grow with the mystery as the mystery grows in you. But, these days, of course, everybody knows everything, that's why so many people are so lost.