Quotes About Uncertainty

This is the funny thing about New York - there are so many things to do at all times of the day, but there are still moments when you have no idea which of them to do, and feel extra silly because you know there has to be something out there for you to do; your mind just hasn't found it yet.

You never know where the night will take you.

I knew she was leaving. I knew we were never going to date long-distance. I knew that we wouldn't have been able to be like this back when we were dating, so there was no use in regretting what hasn't happened. I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

I have to figure, with this many stops and starts, surely this train will pull out of the station eventually. What's the big fucking rush?

But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

There's no way for me to know she'll find me here. I didn't call. I didn't text. I left it up to old connection, that old friendship sense.

I know this is the wrong choice. But it feels like the only choice. So I make it.

Existen infinidad de maneras de forzarte a tomar una decisión. Todo el tiempo hacemos eso: tomar decisiones. Si pensáramos cada vez que tomamos una decisión, nos quedaríamos paralizados. Que palabras deberíamos decir. Hacia donde girar. Que mirar. Que número marcar. Uno tiene que tomar aquellas decisiones que considera importantes y dejar a un lado el resto. Son aquellas ocasiones en las que uno piensa que una de esas opciones podría arruinarlo todo.

I think we should get married here, I say. It's so obvious. Naomi sits down on the top stair, the edge of our corner, and rests her head against the wall. Ely, she says, we're never getting married. Never.

If you could offer me a guarantee, Ely, a guarantee that the hurt that makes my heart feel like a boulder sitting inside my chest, beatless, if I knew this hurt would eventually go away and I could feel hope again - for me, for you, for us - then maybe my lips could unlock now and we could get on with this. The End.

He'd asked if I felt the pull. I could'nt deny that I did. And that it terrified me. It wasn't like a crush. It wasn't like seeing a guy and thinking I'd like him to take me to the prom. It was soul-deep, as though he was everything, the one, forever. I had to remind myself that I barely knew the guy. But still I couldn't shake the feeling of being meant for each other - as corny as that sounded.

It was scary to think of happily ever after. It was scary to think about trusting someone enough to give him your heart now, hoping he wouldn't break it later.

You're a student?" John flushed as though the question were both compliment and accusation. "I was. Or am." He shook his head. "That is, I will be again, if I'm to have my say in the matter.

What sort of life is possible—with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

What sort of life is possible--with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.

Perhaps real wisdom lies in not seeking answers at all. Any answer we find will not be true for long. An answer is a place where we can fall asleep as life moves past us to its next question. After all these years I have begun to wonder if the secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.

Marion: What is all this? What's going on? Clint: The same thing that's always going on. The end of the world.

Ne zaman ba?lad???, ne zaman bitece?i belli olmayan zavall? bir sirk; bu biziz i?te.

Falling in love could be like falling off a cliff, no water below but plenty of rocks.

She was plagued again by the feeling that the room in which she stood, the earth on which it was built, and the universe in which it turned were as insubstantial as smoke, subject to sudden change.

Anyway, to maintain the right perspective, sweetie, we always should be at risk of failure, the possibility of making wrong choices.

There will be something very wrong with any place we go.

I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.