Quotes About Uncertainty

You can't know now what the results will be in the future. So for now, don't even think about it. Think about what you want to do and what you can do. That's very different from 'running away'. What do you want to do?

I am an agnostic; I do not pretend to know what many ignorant men are sure of.

I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure — that is all that agnosticism means.

She was incompetent. Incompetent for life. She had never figured out how to figure things out. She was only vaguely beginning to know the kind of absence she had of herself inside her.

First of all, I must make it clear that this girl does not know herself apart from the fact that she goes on living aimlessly. Were she foolish enough to ask herself 'Who am I?', she would fall flat on her face. For the question 'Who am I?' creates a need. And how does one satisfy that need? To probe oneself is to recognize that one is incomplete.

I see myself abandoned, solitary, thrown into a cell without dimensions, where light and shadows are silent phantoms. Within my inner self I find the silence I am seeking. But it leaves me so bereft of any memory of any human being and of me myself, that I transform this impression into the certainty of physical solitude. Were I to cry out — I can no longer see things clearly — my voice would receive the same indifferent echo from the walls of the earth.

To know when to quit. Whether to give up--this is often the question facing the gambler. No one is taught the art of walking away. And the anguish of deciding if I should keep playing is hardly unusual. Will I be able to quit honorably? or am I the type who waits stubbornly for something to happen? something like, for instance, the end of the world? or whatever it might be, maybe my own sudden death, in which case my decision to give up would be beside the point.

Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying without knowing of what.

I am so lost. But that is exactly how we live; lost in time and space.

What I really do when I write you is follow myself, and I'm doing it right now: I'm following myself without knowing what it will lead me to. Sometimes following myself is so hard. Because of following something that's still so nebulous. Sometimes I end up stopping.

It suddenly occurred to me that you don't need order to live. There is no pattern to follow and the pattern itself doesn't even exist: I am born.

I ask: will she ever someday know love's farewell? Will she ever someday know the swoonings of love? Will she take in her own way the sweet journey? I know nothing. What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

And my fear, too, was different now: not the fear of someone who is still about to go in but the so much greater fear of someone who has gone in.

Nothing happened if she kept waiting for what was going to happen .

Cuántas veces le había dado una propina exagerada al camarero, sólo porque pensó que él iba a morir y no lo sabía

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Sou um monstro ou isso é ser uma pessoa?

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

There is something here that frightens me. When I figure out what it is that frightens me, I shall also know what I love here. Fear has always guided me toward what I desire. And because I desire, I fear. Often it was fear that took me by the hand and led me. Fear leads me to danger. And everything I love is risky.

Only once did she ask a tragic question: who am I? It frightened her so much that she completely stopped thinking.

Que la vida es así: se pulsa un botón y la vida se enciende. Sólo que ella no sabía cuál era el botón que había que pulsar. Ni se daba cuenta de que vivía en una sociedad tecnificada donde ella era un tornillo prescindible.

Desculpai-me mas vou continuar a falar de mim que sou meu desconhecido, e ao escrever me surpreendo um pouco pois descobri que tenho um destino. Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

Living leaves me atremble.