Quotes About Uncertainty

Over time, I discovered that learning new things doesn't always liberate you. Instead it makes you wonder if your pants are on backward or if the trees are holding the sky up - it makes you question all of your assumptions and conventions.

Maybe is wasn't love so much as a fear of losing everything I'd accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

No one can truly know the answer to the question, What will you do when you lose the person you love?

Comment s'étaient-ils rencontrés ? Par hasard, comme tout le monde. Comment s'appelaient-ils ? Que vous importe ? D'où venaient-ils ? Du lieu le plus prochain. Où allaient-ils ? Est-ce que l'on sait où l'on va ?

Comment s'étaient-ils rencontrés? Par hasard, comme tout le monde. Comment s'appelaient-ils? Que vous importe? D'où venaient-ils? Du lieu le plus prochain. Où allaient-ils? Est-ce que l'on sait où l'on va? Que disaient-ils? Le maître ne disait rien; et Jacques disait que son capitaine disait que tout ce qui nous arrive de bien et de mal ici-bas était écrit là-haut.

When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.

It's plain to you that at the time I write this, I'm not dead. But maybe by the time you read it.

I'd thought something was required of me, but I hadn't wanted to find out what it was.

What I don't think has been talked about is the fact that in order to be Hell, the people in Hell could never be sure they were really there.

If he died now, Grainier probably wouldn't know it until they came into the light of the gas lamps either side of the doctor's house. After they'd moved along for nearly an hour without conversation, listening only to the creaking wagon and the sound of the nearby river and the clop of the mares, it grew dark.

My uncle's death confirmed a suspicion of mine that madness and religion were a hair's breadth away.

She had the air of someone clinging to a wall of soap.

All the stuff our fathers took for granted as long as you worked hard, the great safety net and the fair wage and the gold watch at the end of it all? That's all gone around here, my friend.

Chuck said, Fuck if I know. Cawley stepped up beside them. Quite similar to our clinical conclusion.

Another death. The more I see, the less I know.

How did anyone know where faith developed? One moment, it wasn't there, the next it was.

Unaware, then, how short futures could be. How quick they could disappear, leave you with nothing but a long-ass present that held no surprises, no reason for hope, nothing but days that bled into one another with so little impact that another year was over and the calendar page in the kitchen was still stuck on March.

Why?" Rachel said (the eternal why, as she'd come to think of it). "Was he that bad?" "I never heard he was bad," Ann Marie said with a minor slur and a sad grimace. She looked out through the screen at the stone-colored mist in the gray hills and spoke with a firm finality. "Honey, I only heard that he'd moved on.

Me, either. What

I'm driving a stolen car On a pitch black night And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright.

How long since she yearned? How long since she dared believe something so foolish as the idea that someone anywhere has the answers to questions she can't even put into words?

Change, for those who don't have a say in it, feels like a pretty word for death. Death to what you want, death to whatever plans you'd been making, death to the life you've always known.

A faith based on miracles will quickly fade, dependent on the next miracle. Such an attitude cannot even be called faith.

We are all, as ever, the playthings of the Gods, and none of us can say what our tomorrows may bring;