Quotes About Uncertainty

I don't know what the future holds. Anything is possible.

The only sure thing in this life is change. That is the one thing you may rely upon.

Your brakes have gone out. May as well pretend to enjoy the ride.

So begins the exhausting analysis of the cavalcade of unknowable smiles and cryptic sentences uttered by someone your newly interested in. When everything boils down to a succession of enigmatic moments. Moments played and replayed from the perspective you attribute to your lover-to-be, but that are actually from the part of you that's sure you're far too flawed to be loved.

I was one of those heart seeds us kids had heard about in class. I was at some earlier stage of a journey that would deliver me to another place, to another life, into another way of being. I just didn't know where or when.

We were not sure how to receive them, even though they were our boys.

Some folks think life and technology and mind can keep expanding forever. Others say it can't. We are still not clear on that.

Life continues, and we all of us keep changing and building, toward what we cannot know.

A pause. It might have been pregnant. I've never been sure how to tell if a silence has conceived or not.

Just when you think you have life by the tail, it's likely to whip around and take a hunk outta your balls.

In my experience, "what the hell" is generally the most interesting decision.

Love is like skydiving without a parachute.

Don't worry. It's scientifically unlikely that the universe will explode into a million particles at any given moment.

The facts appear to be mutating every forty minutes. Like bacteria.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.

When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down or not makes no practical difference.

The two of us with our scrappy motor and no idea what was going to happen next, a Persian version of the Blues Brothers scene – there's 106 miles to Qom, we've got a full tank of benzin, half a pack of pistachios, it's sunny out, and I'm wearing a hijab. Bezan berim!

Et un jour on se retrouve à jouer seul. L'autre retire ses billes, reprend ses cartes, et vous restez là, comme un con, devant une partie inachevée... A attendre. Parce que vous ne pouvez faire que ça, attendre. Cesser d'attendre, ça voudrait dire que c'est fini.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

Oh, what grief not to have grief, and to spend your life on the colorless grass of the undecided path!

In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.

Here we are and there we go:---but where?

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge How little we know that which we are! How less we may be!

A wavering spirit may be easier wreck'd, Because 't is frailer, doubtless, than a stanch one; But when the latter works its own undoing, Its inner crash is like an earthquake's ruin.