Quotes About Uncertainty

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence. I do not know what we may do, to know another better.

You know who you should ask about this? My pal Ray, who works with me. He could tell you all about this." Lily's dad nodded. "Except he was taken out of the office a few days ago with his hands tied behind his back and a bandanna tied as a gag on his mouth." Her father thought for a second. "Huh. He hasn't been in to work since. I wonder if he has the flu.

The hand that records is also what makes everything unclear.

We thought there was a great distance between the future and us, and now here we are, falling through it.

The only thing worse than the thought it may all come tumbling down is the thought that we may go on like this forever.

Except we don't know if Shostakovich actually meant what he said in this article. We don't even know if it was by him. Especially later in his life, the regime would send Shostakovich articles already written and tell him just to sign his name at the bottom.

We are all suspended in a sphere of imagery and voices vying for attention. How do we know that what's going on is actually in our best interest? How can we be sure that our way of life will be preserved for the future? And do we really want it to be?

We all flee in hope of finding some ground of security

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

ESTAÇÃO Esperar ou vir esperar querer ou vir querer-te vou perdendo a noção desta subtileza. Aqui chegado até eu venho ver se me apareço e o fato com que virei preocupa-me, pois chove miudinho Muita vez vim esperar-te e não houve chegada De outras, esperei-me eu e não apareci embora bem procurado entre os mais que passavam. Se algum de nós vier hoje é já bastante como comboio e como subtileza Que dê o nome e espere. Talvez apareça

Tener fe es estar abierto a las posibilidades. Significa que estamos dispuestos a dejar que la vida nos sorprenda, que nos atrevemos a entrar en lo desconocido y a dejar de tenerle miedo a lo que nos parece incierto. Quien tiene fe tiene el corazón siempre abierto.

You're getting ahead of yourself, Danika!" she said bracingly. "One thing at a time. Those home things can be wrong! Don't panic until it's time to panic! Maybe you're just dying of some horrible disease and you aren't even pregnant at all?

Most of the time I spend when I get up in the morning is trying to figure out what is going to happen.

It is important to remember that actions taken today depend largely on expectations about the future.

Look at you quivering like a bag of fresh tofu!

She says that she held on to the memory as if it were a touchstone, something that could anchor her. She knows, has always believed, that there is a secret that has coloured her life, her childhood. In the last few months, she has felt as if, day by day, she is losing her footing. There are fissures, openings, that she no longer knows how to cover over.

IN THOSE DAYS, your village might change hands every few weeks, one day to the Communists, the next to the Nationalists, the next to the Japanese. How easy it was to mistake your brother for a traitor or your beloved for an enemy, to fear that you yourself were born in the wrong moment of history. But in the teahouses, anyone could share a few songs, anyone could lift their wine cup and toast the validity and the continuity of love.

if our children are to thrive in a world that is rapidly evolving and full of uncertainty, they need less structure and more play.

I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

Even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, I cannot name the thing I hope for.

I had a wild thought there, beneath that sky. I will eat these herbs. Then whatever is truly in me, let it be out, at last. I brought them to my mouth. But my courage failed. What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know.

What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know.

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?