Quotes About Uncertainty

history has no overall direction or purpose

It's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know.

How would you know she is a ghost? Many of the living are vague and adrift too, it's not a failing unique to the departed.

Veel van de levenden zijn ook vaag en op drift, die tekortkoming is niet louter aan overledenen voorbehouden.

Onderweg waarheen? Die vraag lijkt nog aan discussie onderhevig.

Muchos de los vivos también se ven borrosos y a la deriva, no es un defecto exclusivo de los difuntos.

All life is 6 to 5 against.

I long ago come to the conclusion that all life is 6 to 5 against.

The race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the strong, but that's the way to bet.

I long ago came to the conclusion that all life is 6 to 5 against.

I have no idea, but I intend to retain a cautiously positive approach to the situation.

He realized that, despite the dangers and alarms of the day, waiting was perhaps the worst thing of all.

are you telling me i can't stay here untill saterday?

Do I look evil? I can't do evil. I can barely pull off dangerous.

Sometimes he thinks that if he could only trace the path of his life carefully enough, everything would become clear. The ways that he screwed up would make sense. He closes his eyes tightly. His life wasn't always a mistake, he thinks, and he breathes uncertainly for awhile, trying to find a pathway into unconsciousness, into sleep.

I never wanted to get to a point in my life where I knew what was going to happen next. I felt like most people just couldn't wait until they found themselves settled down into a routine and they didn't have to think about the next day, or the next year, or the next decade because it was all planned out for them. I can't understand how people can settle for having just one life.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

So this was what it felt like to lose yourself. Again. To let go of your future and let it rise up and up until finally you couldn't see it anymore, and you knew that you had to start over.

What if she never knows the end of the story? She shudders, and her mind continues to lurch forward into the future, that simple expectation of time passing - another moment, and another moment. It seems impossible that it will abruptly cease. It seems impossible that you will never know what happens next, that the thread you've been following your whole life will just... cut off, like a book with the last pages torn out. That doesn't seem fair, she thinks.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything. Your future shifts and warps with your smallest step, your shitty little whims. The man you will become is at your mercy.

Dear God: Please help me to know what the fuck to do with my life and how to fix it.

Do you have to go," I asked, "or do you have to go?

But it won't be

What the heck was that supposed to mean? Pep