Quotes About Uncertainty

Più in generale, l'esperienza ci aveva già dimostrato infinite volte la vanità di ogni previsione: a che scopo travagliarsi per prevedere l'avvenire, quando nessun nostro sforzo, nessuna nostra parola lo avrebbe potuto minimamente influenzare?

Until one day there will be no more sense in saying: tomorrow.

Safe?" he said, a sudden lightness in his tone. "It may or may not be safe, but it will most definitely be worth it.

You may not understand what all's happening in your life right now, but any possible explanation pales in comparison to what you do know because of your faith in God's goodness and assurance.

But that didn't happen. Somehow, he was standing on solid ground that looked anything but solid.

She moved through it carrying her fat book, attracted, unsure, a stranger, wanting to feel relevant but knowing how much of a search among alternative universes it would take.

Most men would rather die in deception than live in uncertainty.

What if the choice isn't between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.

It's the concert of knowledge and ignorance that underwrites our decisions.

There's faith that knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there's faith that confuses itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion and tolerance. Who can entirely condemn when they're not entirely certain they're in the right? But the second, Proyas, the second embraces certainty and only pays lip service to the God's mystery. It begets intolerance, hatred, violence . . .

And now, when he needed a brother more than at any time in his life, he was not even sure he possessed a friend.

What is practicality but one moment betrayed for the next? —

Tir hoila ishrahoi, coi ri pirith mutoi'on; Tir miyil oitossi, kun ri mursal arilil hi; Tirsa hir'gingall vo'is?

I became more and more confused. My brain got so fuzzy, I even began to wonder if I'd ever actually been a boy at all. Maybe I'd really been a bee for my entire life, and I'd just dreamed about being a boy.

What was the truth about the camera? he wondered. Does the camera show the future? Or does it actually cause bad things to happen?

Was it it possible that I thought a pile of clothes was a smiling girl?' - Amanda Benson

HOUSE OF MIRRORS. REFLECT BEFORE YOU ENTER. NO ONE MAY EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!

dimmed completely.

Silence, and then Eve said, Okay, that was extra creepy, with whipped creepy topping. And this is me, changing my mind.

Sure," she said, and hugged the laptop bag closer. "What could go wrong?" Michael's eyes flashed to meet hers in the rearview mirror. Besides everything, I mean," she said.

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do. He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

Claire said. "I might be able to get him to stop." "Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off," Shane said. "I kind of worry." She couldn't help but smile. "Yeah?" "A little bit." "That's …nice." He studied her, and returned the smile. "Yeah," he said. "Kind of is, actually.

Of course, we could all die soon. I'm writing because Michael's patrolling the house and Shane and Claire are asleep. It may be the last chance I have to write anything down. So in case that's true, I want to say that I love Shane and Claire, and I love Michael, and staying here in the Glass House has been the best time in my entire life.... But if it all ends here, at least it's ending with the people I really love.