Quotes About Uncertainty

After a while you don't know what your own needs are anymore.

Puedes aguantarlo —dice el chico—. O puedes huir. O quizá tendrás suerte y serás feliz para siempre. Solo el buen Dios sabe lo que va a ocurrir, pero no va a contarlo.

Maybe, I think, someone here will want me. Maybe I'll have a life I've never dared to imagine, in a bright, snug house where there is plenty to eat—warm cake and milky tea with as much sugar as I please. But I am quaking as I make my way up the stairs to the stage.

Molly is the opposite. So many things have gone wrong for her in her seventeen years that she's come to expect it. When something does go right, she hardly knows what to think.

Es como si hubiera estado en la cuerda floja, tratando de mantener el equilibrio, y ahora, por primera vez, pisara terreno firme.

Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...

Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as free to go: For I cannot know your past, And of mine what can you know?

Should one of us remember, And one of us forget, I wish I knew what each will do– But who can tell as yet?" Should one of us remember, And one of us forget, I promise you what I will do– And I'm content to wait for you, And not be sure as yet.

You fall madly in love with one man and nearly break your heart because he throws you over and years later you find out you would have been miserable with him; and you go to a man you don't care for and it's just the same with him too. Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that. Why was I ever born?

Los pesados bombarderos rusos pasaban por encima de las casas con un sonido de trueno y soltaban sus proyectiles al azar, buscando al enemigo que jugaba a las escondidas con ellos. En éste juego macabro de gallina ciega, éramos nosotros los que estábamos vendados. Con los ojos cerrados, la cara escondida entre las manos, acechábamos el paso de los aviones y nuestros dedos temblorosos palpaban ansiosamente lo muros chorreantes.

Tatty says oh yes, she knows what he's like. But when she thinks about it, she doesn't.

Maybe you are already lost and just do not know it.

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

Jean asked her sister, "Am I?" "Are you?" she asked back.

The terrible thing about love is that it takes away your safety net, your balancing pole. Even the tightrope you walk upon will disappear beneath you, yet love expects you to keep walking anyway, arms outstretched, one foot after the other, on nothing more than air.

Zal wasn't sure whether it would help an uninformed

since 'nothing can be begun with certainty, it's better we begin with doubt'.

Let us consider an even simpler example of a random variable, the number obtained when you throw just one die. (Pedantic note : this is the singular of the word whose plural is dice. Two dice, one die. Like two mice, one mie.)(Well, two mice, one mouse. Like two hice, one house. Peculiar language, English.)

Your life, sir, is propelled By a dream of the fear of having nightmares; your love Is the fear of being alone; your world's history The fear of a possible leap by a possible antagonist Out of a possible shadow, or a not-improbable Skeleton out of your dead-certain cupboard.

How do you know that out there, in the day or night According to latitude, the entire world Isn't wanting to be hanged? Now you, for instance, Still damp from your cocoon, you're desperate To fly into any noose of the sun that should dangle Down from the sky. Life, forbye, is the way We fatten for the Michaelmas of our own particular Gallows.

Is your faith such a fragile thing that it can be so easily shattered?

I'm a man of no convictions. At least, I think I am.

There's a lot to do when you have a baby. The first thing, which is taking me a really long time: I have to figure out who the father is.

I take you for a girl who's eager to grow unstable at the first indication that things can come back to haunt a person, even after she has given them up for dead.