Quotes About Uncertainty

As far as my divorce goes, I love my family and I love my wife to death and I just don't know what tomorrow's going to bring.

We are born in mystery, we live in mystery, and we die in mystery.

This is the strange thing about life after university. It feels like you've just fallen off a conveyor belt of nonstop academic landmarks, and are launched in one fell swoop into the rest of your life. It's suddenly up to you, and not your tutors or your parents.

One thing I had learnt, the last person you should ask for a solution is the author. If he knew where he was going, he'd stop dead in his tracks.

Mossy had trouble breathing. He was not convinced the rewards repaid the effort. He took breath in, but after that let it fend for itself.

Political scientists don't work at bankswhich is a problem. As political issues become more important for the markets, analysts at banks are asked all sorts of questions they don't have the ability to answer. And if you're getting paid to answer questionsas analysts at banks areyou never want to be in the position of saying you don't know.

They go on like that and I can't understand, really I can't, what it's all about, and yet I feel terrible.

Any given study seems to prove a lot, but put together, they are so at odds with each other that the net effect is inconclusive.

And the conviction stands that there must be knowledge to be had, if only we could get it. Perhaps that is what is wrong: an assumption about the possibility of knowledge and the kind of knowledge that it must be.

He keeps us waiting rather than wishing for him. I feel it a matter of perfect indifference whether he arrives at any moment or not at all." — Lady Harriet Cavendish of George Beau Brummell

Totul se redusese la a bea ast?zi, pentru c? s-ar putea s? nu mai existe ziua de mâine.

Few at this point had the foresight to realize that the path laid out by Providence led into the abyss.

And?" "Ah." She was not certain whether it was the room's heartbeat she was hearing, or her own. "Would you like to sit down?" Her voice sounded as if coming from kilometers away as she said, "No. Thank you.

Tell me this, then, what are you giving them that the Compassionate Society cannot? Questions? Doubt? Uncertainty? Criticism, cynicism, sneering cheap laughs? Hurt? Pain?

Perhaps not without a future. His future would be a future of questions, of remembering all that he had forgotten. And perhaps that was all the future he needed, the act of asking was an end in itself.

One has to have the courage of one's pessimism.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

When we stop believing in God, we don't suddenly believe in "nothing" … we believe anything.

I'm caught, he thought, between a cushion and a soft place

People could go about their lives again. He could give Samantha and Carrie a hug, though he sensed a reticence still in his granddaughter, who was yet to be jabbed. Were things really getting back to normal, or was there no longer any normal for them to get back to?

trapped in limbo, believing in a lack of belief, but not necessarily lacking the belief to believe.

I've just worked out what the music on the speakers is," he said. "It's John Martyn, Over The Hill." "And ?" "And nothing. It's just, maybe I'm not there yet.

And we can't take absence of evidence as evidence of absence.

I definitely like the mystery of not knowing how things will turn out, you know.