Quotes About Uncertainty

Como siempre, confunde duda con profundidad, vacilación con análisis.

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

The terrifying freedom of knowing that nothing, from now on, will become a memory.

He left not knowing where he was going, he got there not knowing where he was, and he came back not knowing where he had been. But history books will point out Columbus as the person who made the Americas available for exploitation. I guess I can make the same kind of ridiculous claim.

Windisch piensa: "el final está aquí". Desde que se propuso emigrar ve el final en todos los rincones del pueblo. Y el tiempo detenido para los que quieren quedarse.

Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.

She had a distressing sense of life's rushing by before she had a chance to fully make up her mind in which direction she wanted to go.

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

Did the priest you mentioned tell you about them? Or did he send you out to blunder along on your own?They're an odd lot. Half of them are soldiers, or priests in disgui- Ah.Is your priest with them?" "No!" He snapped. Ping. He jumped. He'd forgotten the bell. "I mean, I don't know". Ping. "There is no particular priest."Ping. He bit his lip and fell silent.

One thing we know for sure is that change is certain, progress is not.

He never lives in a single reality, but in a shifting shadow-mesh of diplomatic possibilities.

I picked up a snake once. In Italy." "Why did you do that?" "For a bet." "Was it poisonous?" "We didn't know. That was the point of the bet." "Did it bite you?" "Of course." "Why of course?" "It wouldn't be much of a story, would it? If I'd put it down unharmed, and away it slid?

I was bound to step out of line, if only because I did not know where the line was: if only because I did not know anything.

Some said the world would end in 1533. Last year had its adherents too. Why not this year? There is always somebody ready to claim that these are the end times, and nominate his neighbor as the Antichrist.

I believe, but I do not believe enough.

This is the best he can hope for, unless. There is always unless.

Every time you go to see Hamlet you don't expect it to have a happy ending...you're still enthralled. (Interview BBC Radio 4 Today 17 October 2012.)

You shouldn't believe in ghosts,' he says uncertainly. 'I don't,' Martian says. 'But who are they to care, if I believe in them or not?

They have never had a harsh word till today, he thinks, and perhaps what has passed is less harsh than sad: that a son can think evil of his father as if he is a stranger and you cannot tell what he might do; as if he is a traveller on the road, who might bless your journey and cheer you on, or equally rob you and roll you in a ditch.

My father doesn't have views. He would like to, but he can't take the risk.

Troubled men both, he thinks, Wriothesley and Riche, and alike in some ways, sidling around the peripheries of their own souls, tapping at the walls: oh, what is that hollow sound?

You have no right to assume that you'll be able to write because you could write yesterday.

That's what we want, he thinks: help in prosperity. . . We never know how to take it when our life begins to be charmed.

what's wrong with you? Or what's wrong with me? Why does everything you know, and everything you've learned, confirm you in what you believed before? Whereas in my case, what I grew up with, and what I thought I believed, is chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece and then a piece more. With every month that passes, the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too.