Quotes About Uncertainty

I've always wondered . . . what if it really was Him, and He decided I wasn't worth it?

I just wondered what a thing it would be...if overnight everything you owe anything to, justice, or love, had really gone away. Free.

Oh you only think you know all I know. I don't even know what all I know. Half the time I just make it up, and it still turns out to be true! We learned that trick in the fifties. Tomorrow

I just wondered what a thing it would be...if overnight everything you owe anything to, justice, or love, had really gone away. Free. It would be...heartless terror. Yes. Terrible, and... Very great. To shed your skin, every old skin, one by one and then walk away, unemcumbered, into the morning.

But belief resides within the shadow of doubt. It only functions effectively in direct proportion to the suppression of the doubt that it seeks to override.

Don't you see?" he said. "This could go on for another five years, another ten years, and then where would we be? You want to grow old waiting for something that's never going to happen? Is that what you want?

Let go of certainty. The opposite isn't uncertainty. It's openness, curiosity and a willingness to embrace paradox, rather than choose up sides. The ultimate challenge is to accept ourselves exactly as we are, but never stop trying to learn and grow.

one of the governing impulses in any society is, and must be, a terror of indistinctness.

Will humanity survive?

Are we on the verge of a new beginning for humanity, or the end of life as we know it? Read The Singularity is Coming now and decide for yourself.

It could be a golden age of progress and discovery that will benefit us all. Some experts predict this precisely, but others foresee something far grimmer. Who will be right? What do you think?

Being in love with someone who doesn't even know you exist isn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it's quite the oppostie. Almost like passing in a term paper that you know sucked, but having that period of time where you haven't gotten your grade back yet -- that kind of exhale where you haven't been rejected, although you pretty much know how it's going to turn out.

De los hechos pasados y presentes no sé cuáles son verdad y cuáles mentira. Mi cabeza es como un cuarto desordenado en que todo ha cambiado de sitio. Busco algo y no lo encuentro.

Cada vez que intentaba pensar en ello, su pensamiento quedaba obturado. No podía seguir adelante. Y ello la obligaba a mentir cuando la preguntaban cosas que no entendía. Y más tarde, a creer, o a creer que creía, que sus mentiras eran verdad. Y a pedir que cesaran todas las investigaciones, porque prefería "no saber" a saber lo que temía.

Qué es lo que verían, qué es lo que escucharían decir a sus fantasmas? ¿Variarían de día en día, o de hora en hora, o su alucinación sería invariable y fija como una pesadilla que durara eternamente?

Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.

Bøgers skæbne er ligeså forunderlig som menneskers. Den er aldrig til at forudse.

Kaikki on hyvin epävarmaa, ja juuri se tekee minut levolliseksi. - Tuu-tikki

It takes a long time sometimes," she said, "It can take a terrible long time before things sort themselves out.

Akkurat nå tenker jeg på nordlys. Man vet ikke om det finnes eller bare synes. Alt er meget usikkert, og det er nettopp det som beroliger meg.

You believe it's cold, but if you build yourself a snowhouse it's warm. You think it's white, but at times it looks pink, and another time it's blue. It can be softer than anything, and then again harder than stone. Nothing is certain.

Sophia thought about the bathrobe more and more. The thing living in it was as quick as lightning but could lie in wait for days without moving. It could make itself thin and slide through a crack in the door, and then roll itself up again and crawl under the bed like a shadow. It didn't eat and never slept and hated everyone, most of all its own family. Sophia didn't eat either, that is, nothing but sandwiches.

I don't belong here any more,' Moomintroll thought. 'Nor there. I don't even know what's waking and what's a dream.' And then in an instant he was asleep, and summer lilacs covered him in their friendly green shadow.

But most of all I'm talking about myself and my fears, even if I know that's not done. I know that everything will turn out badly. I think about that all the time. Even while I'm washing my carpet. Do you understand that? Do you feel the same way?" (p.61)