Quotes About Uncertainty

Physical death is only one form of dying. There are other forms of dying: We die whenever fear governs our choices. We die when we sacrifice growth for security. We die whenever we choose a convenient certainty over an inconvenient mystery.

Only a spirituality that confesses that it knows not has a shot at growing, evolving, engaging the perils and uncertainties of the journey and of staying by our side when things get rough.

The future is a trickster rabbit, full of surprises. Only the past is predictable.

Dear Skeezie, Today I ran after a boy as he was trying to get away. I tackled him and we both landed in the mud. Do you think I appeared desperate?-Joe Bunch

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

they were yung and easily freudened..

Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude...

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall; but there could be a thin line there all round everything. [...] It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended. He felt small and weak. When would he be like the fellows in poetry and rhetoric?

And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

Life seemed to him a gift; the statement 'I am alive' seemed to him to contain a satisfactory certainty and many other things, held up as indubitable, seemed to him uncertain.

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances.

slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going.

Ä°ÅŸi zordu -hayat? zordu- ama ÅŸimdi tam da b?rak?p gitmek üzereyken o kadar da istenmeyecek bir hayat deÄŸil gibi geldi.

Did you hear what I said? asked Stephen, bending towards her. I told you I had no money. I tell you again now. —Well, sure, you will some day, sir, please God, the girl answered after an instant. —Possibly, said Stephen, but I don't think it likely.

Waiting rooms. Ye go into this room where ye wait. Hoping's the same. One of these days the cunts'll build entire fucking buildings just for that. Official hoping rooms, where ye just go in and hope for whatever the fuck ye feel like hoping for.

Remember... It's a jungle out there!

Cancer and lightning go where they want. So does political corruption.

I wanted to believe he was mad. Unfortunately, I no longer knew what madness was.

Through the screen, he could smell the evening as though it were a living presence, the purple and yellow flowers in his yard and the dark green wetness of the fescue part of a song that was never supposed to die. Except he could feel things ending, coming apart at the center, and he didn't know why.

Maybe he would come back one day. Or maybe not. Back then, people had a way of walking down a tar road and crossing through a pool of heat and disappearing forever.

I could see the uncertainty, the fear about her job, her paycheck, her relationship with her boss, the prospect of offending people with power and authority over others, the dark figure sitting in the shadows at the end of the bar when it's closing time. I wondered how many people would understand her frame of reference.

The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens.