Quotes About Uncertainty

Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after.

Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss.

It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, 'I love you,' or whether she said, 'I love the beech-trees,' or only 'I love—I love.

Sometimes she had it; sometimes not. She never knew why it came or why it went, or if she had it until she came into the room and then she knew instantly by the way some man looked at her

To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not.

I am suspended between life and death in an unfamiliar way

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames. It is I who am blocking the way, he thought. Was he not being looked at and pointed at; was he not weighted there, rooted to the pavement, for a purpose? But for what purpose?

She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing; but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.

It was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.

Dünya, kamç?s?n? kald?rd? iÅŸte; bakal?m nereye indirecek?

but that was too harsh a phrase — could depend so

She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. Not

could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world. It

The future is dark, which is on the whole, the best thing a future can be, I think.

De... de... miért érzi magát, anélkül, hogy okát tudná adni, hirtelen ilyen kétségbeejtÅ'en boldogtalannak?

He became engaged one evening when the panic was on him—that he could not feel.

Mi az élet értelme? Ez volt az egész - ez az egyszer? kérdés, mely a múló évekkel egyre jobban bekeríti az embert. A nagy kinyilatkoztatás nem jött még el soha. A nagy kinyilatkoztatás talán nem jön el már soha.

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?

They both felt uncomfortable, as if they did not know whether to go on or go back.

to say, Oh, yes, Frisk. I'll call him Frisk. She wanted even to say, Was

J'ai un faible pour les gens qui ne se décident pas à commencer quelque chose.

It might be possible, Septimus thought, looking at England from the train window as they left Newhaven, it might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, 'I love you, or whether she said, 'I love the beech-trees,' or only 'I love--I love.