Quotes About Uncertainty

That everything is on fire, slow fire, and we're all less than a million breaths away from an oblivion more total than we can even bring ourselves to even try to imagine.

YES, I'M PARANOID—BUT AM I PARANOID ENOUGH?

there was always something disappointing about clouds when you were inside them; they ceased to be clouds at all. It just got really foggy.

If I'm hanging out with you, I can't even tell whether I like you or not because I'm too worried about whether you like me.

He was unsure what the thing inside him was and was unprepared to commit himself to the course of action that would be required to explore the question.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

Like most North Americans of his generation, Hal tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he does about the objects and pursuits themselves. It's hard to say for sure whether this is even exceptionally bad, this tendency.

One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.

soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

In short that 99% of the head's thinking activity consists of trying to scare the everliving shit out of itself.

Empecé a desesperarme. Empecé a sentir que me quedaría colgado de esa terapia, que nunca hallaría la respuesta y que el asunto no tendría fin. Que tendría esos interfaces kafkianos con este hombre día tras día, semana tras semana. Ya era mayo.

Still, though. Right. Exactly.

potential may be worse than none, Jim.

You in such a case have nothing. You stand on nothing. Nothing of ground or rock beneath your feet. You fall; you blow here and there. How does one say: "tragically, unvoluntarily, lost.

It's not like he kept the money. It's not like he needed it. I think he especially liked the idea that the star of the show might have already moved away or recently died and there was no way to know.

the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

Marathe was prepared to die violently at any time, which rendered him free to choose among emotions.

sometimes in the same week. There might even be—though

Manhãs de escala são um momento especial para o semiagorafóbico, porque quase todo mundo deixa o navio e vai para a terra firme participar de Passeios Organizados ou fazer turismo peripatético espontâneo e os conveses superiores da e.m. Nadir assumem a mesma qualidade fantasmagórica e misteriosa da sua casa quando você é criança, adoece e fica em casa quando todo mundo saiu para o trabalho ou a escola etc.

For some reason I was reluctant to ask anybody what had happened. I hate being the person who always doesn't know what's going on and has to ask somebody; it always seems like everybody else knows what's going on. This is a clear low-status marker, and I resisted it.

Boo, I think I no longer believe in monsters as faces in the floor or feral infants or vampires or whatever. I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there's simply no way to tell. The ones who give nothing away.

My aunt asks again if I'm sure it's no problem and I don't answer because I'm afraid of how my voice will sound.

he may never be quite sure his picture is the only one which could explain his observations

All things lie dark in possibility.