Quotes About Uncertainty

If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.

The capacity for deluding ourselves that today's reality is the only true one, on the one hand, sustains us, but on the other, it plunges us into an endless void, because today's reality is destined to prove delusion for us tomorrow; and life doesn't conclude. It can't conclude. Tomorrow if it concludes, it's finished.

Is she laughing at me?'' Cruz said. Both of his men replied, 'Yes.

Si uno de los pilotos pasaba por nuestro lado con cara seria, pensaba. «Se acabó, Estamos perdidos. Se lo leo en la cara.» Si, por el contrario, pasaba sonriendo amablemente, me decía: «La cosa debe de estar muy mal. Quiere tranquilizarnos.

Even today, I've no idea what the truth is, or what I did with it.

pensar supone siempre un riesgo, y que el mejor lugar para filosofar está precisamente en la frontera entre la luz y las tinieblas, en ese claroscuro donde todo es incierto, y al lado mismo del vacío, entre lo estable y lo precario, allí donde las palabras se juntan un momento en tropel, prefiguran un edificio de clarividencia y se precipitan luego en el olvido. "El abismo es el ágora de nuestro tiempo" solía decir mientras se columpiaba en el alféizar.

Ubrzo je nanovo utvrdio da je njegova egzistencija sa?injena od fragmenata koji se me?usobno ne uklapaju, i svaki pokušaj da im se utvrdi neki redosljed bio bi jednak samotnoj igri na sre?u.

Me parece que la duda y la incertidumbre son mucho más importantes que el tener razón.

When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.

Indecisive? Uncertain? Worried? Let the rolling ivory tumble your burdens away. $2.50 per pair.

Everything may evaporate at any instant. Everything!' I said with surprising vehemence. 'You, me, the most rocklike personality since Calving Coolidge; death, destruction, despair may strike. To live your life assuming otherwise is insanity.

The exciting isolation of leaning against the wind on the highway hitchhiking, waiting for someone to stop and offer me a lift, perhaps to a town three miles down the road, perhaps to new friendship, perhaps to death.

Foreknowledge is a burden, a weight I can hardly bear. Maybe that's why God keeps the future hidden from us. If I knew I would have a terrible accident, would I live my life trying to avoid it? Would I lock myself inside a room being safe? Or would I go outside and live day to day

It can be scary facing the unknown.

Esto es lo que me pasó a mí. Pensé que tenía normas. Yo creía en mis absolutos. Lo hice para la mayoría de las situaciones. Entonces no lo hice. Conforme pasó el tiempo, mi mundo se volvió gris y mis absolutos se oscurecieron. El bien y el mal se disolvieron en lo que sabía que tenía que hacer.

Al primo sguardo distante, reso più incerto dai veli di nebbia che fanno del sole un disco biancastro, non sai se il miraggio sia il mare che stai solcando, e invece è terraferma, o i palazzi e le chiese appoggiati sull'acqua, in realtà scogli di forme architettoniche.

How can anyone ever predict the future?... It's mind boggling. The only explanation that makes sense is that the events have already occurred in one way or another.

We survive by controlling our environment, and control is made possible by information. So lack of information quickly breeds insecurity and a situation in which any information is regarded as better than none.

God allows us to experience fear at times to help us recognize our false foundations, things on which we are resting our security that have no more strength to support us than a mound of whipped cream.

His inconsistency. His inability to finish anything. His sudden terrifying feelings that nothing he did mattered. His realizations that what went on in the outside world had more substance than anything in his life.

Was I, in fact, afraid of the present age, and was I even glad, rather than merely surprised, that the glaciers might return?

This was why she could not sleep. She could not say the day was over. She had no sense that any day was ever over.

queria saber apenas para onde vão os piolhos dos decapitados. Um enigma.

Lembro da ampulheta quebrada, entrei no escritório do pai para pegar o lápis vermelho e esbarrei no vidro do tempo. Fiquei em pânico vendo o tempo estacionado no chão: dois punhados de areia e os cacos. Passado e futuro. E eu? Onde ficava eu agora que o era e o será se despedaçaram? Só o funil da ampulheta resistira e no funil, o grão de areia em trânsito sem se comprometer com os extremos. Livre.