Quotes About Uncertainty

It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.

I am the man who comes and goes between the bar and the telephone booth. Or, rather:that man is called 'I' and you know nothing else about him, just as this station is called only 'station' and beyond it there exists nothing except the unanswered signal of a telephone ringing in a dark room of a distant city.

again I am torn between the necessity and the impossibility of answering.

The more time passed, the less happened. The more they felt something must happen, the more the bailiffs realized they had to do something but the less they understood what it was.

What remains uncertain, rather, is whether this gain in evidence and (we might as well say it) splendor is due to the slow retreat of the sky, which as it moves away, sinks deeper and deeper into darkness, or whether on the contrary, it is the moon that is coming forward, collecting the previously scattered light and depriving the sky of it, concentrating it all in the round mouth of its funnel.

The novels I prefer, are those that make you feel uneasy from the very first page.

But already ships were vanishing over the horizon and I was left behind, in this world of ours full of responsibilities and will-o'-the-wisps.

I must, however, bear in mind that my every move to erase previous events provokes a rain of new events, which complicate the situation worse than before and which I will then, in their turn, have to try to erase.

In an existence like mine forecasts could not be made: I never know what could happen to me in the next half hour, I can't imagine a life all made up of minimal alternatives, carefully circumscribed, on which bets can be made: either this or that.

Brzask] jest to pora, kiedy przedmioty trac? konsystencj? cienia, jak? darzy?a je noc, i odzyskuj? po trochu w?a?ciwe sobie barwy; ale najpierw przechodz? jeszcze przez co? niby stref? po?redni?, niejasn?, zaledwie mu?ni?te czy raczej otoczone doko?a ?wiat?em: o tej porze mniej ni? kiedykolwiek ma si? pewno?? istnienia ?wiata.

Ba???la beni efendimiz: er geç o r?ht?ma ç?kaca??m ku?kusuz," der Marco, "ama dönüp sana anlatamayaca??m onu. Böyle bir kent var, ve de basit bir s?rr? var: yaln?z gidi?leri bilir, dönü?leri bilmez.

On sober reflection, you prefer it this way, confronting something and not quite knowing yet what it is.

The city outside there has no name yet, we don't know if it will remain outside the novel or whether the whole story will be contained within its inky blackness. I know only that this first chapter is taking a while to break free of the station and the bar: it is not wise for me to move away from here where they might still come looking for me, or for me to be seen by other people with this burdensome suitcase.

Though I leave the house as little as possible, I have the impression that someone is disturbing my papers. More than once I have discovered that some pages were missing from my manuscripts. A few days afterward I would find the pages in their place again. But often I no longer recognize my manuscripts, as if I had forgotten what I had written, or as if overnight I were so changed that no longer recognized myself in the self of yesterday.

Everything in the garden was like that: lovely but impossible to enjoy properly, with that worrying feeling inside that they were only there through an odd stroke of luck, and the fear that they'd soon have to give an account of themselves.

You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst.

without ever knowing what he believed in, but trying to believe firmly until the last.

and I think of the end of the world which is approaching, or rather, which has been in progress for a long while.

It's not that you expect anything in particular from this particular book. You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything.

Suspended over the abyss, the life of Octavias inhabitants is less uncertain than in other cities. They know the net will last only so long.

hasta que murió, sin haber comprendido, tras una vida entera dedicada a la fe, en qué creía, pero tratando de creer firmemente en ello hasta el final.

Dal raccontare al passato, e dal presente che m prendeva la mono nei tratti concitati, ecco, o futuro, sono salita in sella al tuo cavallo. Quali nuovi stendardi mi levi incontro dai pennoni delle torri di città non ancora fondate? quali fumi di devastazioni dai castelli e dai giardini che amavo? quali impreviste età dell'oro prepari, tu malpadroneggiato, tu foriero di tesori pagati a caro prezzo, tu mio regno da conquistare, futuro...

Kim ise ö?renci, en büyük arzusu nedenlerle sonuçlar? belli bir mant??a, kesinli?e oturtmak, ne var ki zihnine her an yan?tlanmam?? sorular ü?ü?üyor.

each door you open is the wrong one, you withdraw in confusion, you seem to be lost in the book with white pages, unable to get out of it.