Quotes About Uncertainty

Tomorrow is promised to no one.

I know what you're thinking 'Did he fire six shots or only five?

If you don't know the exact moment when the lights will go out, you might as well read until they do.

if you are vulnerable economically, you are vulnerable all along the line.

I merely leap and pause." (Either you got the pause or you don't got the pause.)

I have a lot of sympathy for young people because I realize how disturbed I was. How would I deal with life in the future? What would I do for a living?

A large part of being a parent is a constant near certainty that you are screwing it up, and it is comforting to be able to spread the blame around.

We all go through that. Everyone's feeling a little out of sorts. No one knows exactly where he stands. Work is a wonderful way of putting you on your feet again, old boy

We never know that one particular set of ideas contains all the right answers; even if it does today, it might not be equipped to face unexpected challenges tomorrow.

Primejdie! Ne b?l?cim cu toÈ›ii în bezna morÈ›ii, în ea dispare mereu câte un cap...

Expectancy of anything is always oppressive. When

If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it; for it is hard to be sought out and difficult.

Unless you expect the unexpected, you will not find it, for it is hidden and thickly tangled.

Whoever cannot seek the unforseen, sees nothing for the known way is an impasse.

About the time we can make the ends meet, somebody moves the ends.

About the time we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends.

About the time we think we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends.

Although every man believes that his decisions and resolutions involve the most multifarious factors, in reality they are mere oscillation between flight and longing.

Ik word verteerd door levenstwijfel omdat ik niet zou weten waarover je anders moet twijfelen dan over het leven en ik word verteerd door doodsverachting omdat ik niet weet wat je anders zou moeten verachten dan de dood.

Inmiddels is Luk bezig aan Ilse een verhaal te vertellen, over een kapper. Dat die dood is. 'En nog zo jong,' hoor ik Luk zeggen. 'Hoe oud was hij?' vraagt Ilse. 'Dat weet ik niet. Veertig. Tweeënveertig.' 'Zo jong nog?' 'Ja. Ik weet het niet. Drieënveertig misschien. Ik weet het echt niet precies hoe oud.

Okay Libya...got all this stuff twirling around in my head

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

Outside, in and about the snow and the dark, where fancies dangled and fear hung over the starched snow in rolling mists, something was coming to pass.

know my days are numbered, but not every day is a real number.