Quotes About Uncertainty

La vie est incertaine, les changements engendrent de la peur et les impressions latentes sont sources de nombreuses douleurs.

You--cannot ever be certain of those you love--that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to make me certain to love you, will be to take away any love I might give you freely.

What a dull place the world would be if all the mysteries in it were solved.

The mage, Tessera decided finally, felt like someone who had stepped with confidence onto a stair that wasn't there.

Perhaps' could be spun endlessly into different tales; even telling herself all of them, she would still be none the wiser.

You really try to evaluate the risks and provide for them. Whether it's going to be a pleasant or unpleasant surprise, you try to evaluate the risk.

I just tried to put myself in her place and figure out what would be the scariest thing. If I thought I might be dying. And it was being alone' ... 'To me,' she said, 'the scariest thing is oblivion. Being, and then not being.

Her life was a series of zigzags. At nineteen, she was anxious.

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

But even that question wasn't definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you.

There were many times when logic was of no comfort.

I'm not melancholic,' she protested, but the thin ice was under her feet again, the uncertainties. or was it that she always wanted a little more than she had, no matter how much she had?

It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything for certain, had jammed itself in her throat for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe.

Death was only one more adventure untried.

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them.

Then he said, "That's a long way from stage designing, isn't it." She nodded. "Quite a long way." She started to ask him if he intended to do any work pertaining to the atom bomb, but she didn't, because what would it matter if he did or didn't?

It was the seventh or eighth floor, she couldn't remember which. A streetcar crawled past the front of the hotel, and people on the sidewalk moved in every direction, with legs on either side of them, and it crossed her mind to jump.

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

It might destroy everything, even the solidity of Carol's body beside her, and the bend of Carol's body in the black sweater seemed the only solid thing in the world.

Therese frowned, floundering in a sea without direction or gravity, in which she knew only that she could mistrust her own impulses.

Of course, Travis hadn't known Jim. Maybe he would think she always fell for tall, dark, curly-haired men with gray eyes. That thought sent Lily's glance back to Cade. She had outdone herself on tall and dark this time, but the thick, straight hair brushing Cade's collar didn't have a lick of curl and his eyes were far from gray. What in hell was she going to do? Well

Ha llovido muy poco últimamente en la zona triguera y podemos tener otra sequía. Si es así, ¿cómo podré obtener mi pan el próximo otoño? O supongamos que pierdo mi empleo… ¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿Cómo podré conseguir entonces mi pan cotidiano?". No, esta oración nos enseña a pedir solamente el pan de hoy. El pan de hoy es el único pan que se puede comer.

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You cannot step in the same river twice. The river changes every second; and so does the man who stepped in it. Life is a ceaseless change. The only certainty is today