Quotes About Uncertainty

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To put it another way, I am not trying to convince you; I am trying to convince myself.

Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.

In fact, they live in a state of constant paradox where truth is anything but constant

What we think we'll do is often not what we end up doing. It isn't always in our own control, our life.

We cannot know. But sometimes there is kindness, and sometimes there is love.

I am afraid to try for more light lest it mean more dark.

He could guess, analyze, play out scenarios in his mind, but he would never know. It was a night-time truth that became a queer, private sorrow for him amid all that came after. A symbol, a displacement of regret. A reminder of what it was to be mortal and so doomed to tread one road only and that one only once, until Morian called the soul away and Eanna's lights were lost. We can never truly know the path we have not walked.

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

I think that when we're young we often have the sense that what we do when faced with a choice will define our lives forever. This can be untrue, sometimes amusingly so, but not always.

We cannot know the future, my friend. It claims so much to imagine we can. And the world is not broken any more than it always, always is.

Whichever way the wind blows, it will rain upon the Kindath.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

We like to believe, or pretend, we know what we are doing in our lives. It can be a lie. Winds blow, waves carry us, rain drenches a man caught in the open at night, lightning shatters the sky and sometimes his heart, thunder crashes into him bringing the awareness he will die.

Surely, surely, if we are not simple animals that live to fight, there must be a reason for bloodshed." "And the reason is? for you?" "Power, Jehane. A bastion. A way to be as secure as this uncertain world allows, with a chance to build something for my sons to hold onto after I die.

I cannot speak for those who come after, or what the world will be. We are not made that way.

They'd been painful against her spine…she's more accustomed to them now. A person, a woman, can adapt to more than she might of thought she could; what she's unsure about is when that stops being a virtue and turns to something else.. leaving you too much changed, undefined, unanchored… like a fisherman's empty boat drifting on a river, with no way to be returned to where it belongs.

We can never truly know the path we have not walked.

How can we ever presume to know what will come of our choices, our paths, the lives we lead?

Change and chance are the way of the world.

Fear any and all of these things," Ra-Tenniel said. "The tearing of our threads from the Loom, the unsaying of our histories, the unraveling of the Weaver's design.

I don't trust the future. I know the here and now, but I don't know anything else. That's why I can't understand all those easy promises. A man can promise that he will never beat this woman, or that he will do his best to give her food and shelter. Those things are possible. But I don't understand how he can swear that he'll feel certain emotions for the rest of his life. How can he know?

This displacement between then and now created an ever-present sense of unease, like a low-frequency sound she couldn't hear clearly enough to identify, but that was disturbing nonetheless.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds, then picked up his cutlery, hunched over his plate. Outside, behind him, the wind carried the rain, the lamp posts quivered. I found myself thinking of certain people I knew--people not that far away--how surprised they'd be (wouldn't they?) to see me sitting there with that bright, bland expression on my face, trying to fence with this nonsense. Or had I been very naive? Was this what life was like, really, and everyone knew it but me?