Quotes About Uncertainty

We tend to extrapolate the recent past indefinitely into the future; in the 1970s, investors thought that inflation would never end, whereas now most people think it will never occur again. The first viewpoint was proven wrong within a few years, and the latter viewpoint most likely will be soon.

It's pretty clear that there's a relationship between return and risk—you enjoy high returns only by taking substantial risk. If you want to earn high returns, be prepared to suffer grievous losses from time to time. And if you want perfect safety, resign yourself to low returns.

La rentabilidad elevada en la inversión no puede obtenerse sin asumir un riesgo sustancial. Las inversiones seguras producen escasos beneficios.

La mejor época posible para invertir es cuando el cielo amenaza tormenta, puesto que los inversores descontarán los ingresos futuros de las acciones a una tasa muy elevada.

A great trader once noted there are only two emotions in the market: hope and fear. "The only problem," he added, "is we hope when we should fear, and we fear when we should hope." This is just as true in 2009 as it was in 1909.

Faith means belief in something concerning which doubt is theoretically possible.

It is only by risking our persons from one hour to another that we live at all. And often enough our faith beforehand in an uncertified result is the only thing that makes the result come true.

In the absence of proof, you believe.

I have a good feeling about this. Somehow, it's all going to turn out for the best." "I wish I did," Cork said. "Maybe that's the difference between the law and religion. I hope for the best, you're prepared for the worst.

Sam Winter Moon had cautioned him long ago that it was best to believe in all possibilities, that there were more mysteries in the world than a man could ever hope to understand. 13

But intentions could be like cloud animals in the sky, so clear for a while, then shifting, then fading, then gone.

Me, I was growing up scrambling for meaning and I was full of confusion and fear.

Sam Winter Moon had cautioned him long ago that it was best to believe in all possibilities, that there were more mysteries in the world than a man could ever hope to understand.

Eddie now?" Larson asked. "Maybe she waited until

Dear old Uncle Skulky, man, is the impossibly mad relative we all have sleeping in our souls.

But sometimes you can't figure everything out because you can't ever really understand other people. You can't understand why they do what they do. You just have to accept a little mystery, Ben. People are mysterious, the world is mysterious. You can't know everything. You're not supposed to. This isn't a history book. It's just the world. It's a messy place.

Just then things weren't going so well in my life. My business was precariously perched on the brink of bankruptcy, my anemic love life was the stuff of a Sartre treatise – Being with Nothingness – my car could use a tune-up, my apartment could use a scrubbing, my body could use some exercise, though who would give it that was a mystery to me. I was too young to feel old, and yet there it was, the despair of middle age, hanging around my neck like a noose.

There are two kinds of adventurers those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.

This is often the most difficult part of faith—when no more action can be taken and nothing remains but to wait patiently for God to work out His will. It is at this moment that doubts arise and anxiety creeps in (Daily Notes of the Scripture Union).

I didn't know if we were heading for the gallows or an interrogation chamber. The night had passed without sleep; save for a swig from the German's flask, there hadn't been a sip to drink since the rooftop of the Kirov; a lump the size of an infant's fist had swelled where my forehead had cracked the ceiling- it was a bad morning, really; among my worst- but I wanted to live.

She left feeling dirty, and on the bus ride home she knew that what her uncles told her had come true: she had been attracted to an object that was beautiful, and she had become spellbound, and then its shape had changed, and what had appeared beautiful had turned ugly.

They saw the world in different ways. For him, life was like a story that had answers, or a conclusion that made sense. For her, the story was sinuous and unclear, and if there was happiness to be had, it might arrive announced, or it might land in the arms of another person.

The rational alternative to Darwin's theory is intelligent uncertainty.

My only fear is the unknown.