Quotes About Uncertainty

La primera pregunta de la nocheSe refiere a la vida de ultratumba:Quiero saber si hay vida de ultratumbaNada más que si hay vida de ultratumba

NO CREO EN LA VÍA PACÍFICA no creo en la vía violenta me gustaría creer en algo —pero no creo creer es creer en Dios lo único que yo hago es encogerme de hombros perdónenme la franqueza no creo ni en la Vía Láctea

supongamos que fue crucificado supongamos incluso que se levantó de la tumba —todo eso me tiene sin cuidado—

You don't know what you're going to do in a crisis," said Frieda. "Until it happens.

Nobody tells you, when you're young, what it will be like." "What is it like?" "You become like a ghost in your own life.

There's this road you're expected to be on. You're supposed to do your GCSEs and then your A levels and then you go to uni and then you get a proper job. I can see my whole life in front of me like a great slab of tarmac. What if I don't want it?

During dementia's end-game, a person goes to a place where we cannot follow them and can barely guess at. The bursts of lucidity that those with catastrophic memory loss can sometimes have are like bright, sharp flashes of lightning over a blasted landscape.

Je zult zien, je zult zien, ooit wordt alles anders, morgen nog niet misschien, maar ooit wordt alles anders. Je zult zien, je zult zien, het is nog niet voorbij. Ik weet niet hoe en ik weet niet waar, maar je zult zien, ooit wordt alles anders.

En jij? Jij bent de vreemde hier, je blijft hier komen omdat je niet weet waar je anders naartoe moet, dát is de realiteit, verdorie, eindelijk heb je het tegen jezelf gezegd.

The hole was a couple of meters wide and two, two and a half meters deep. It was empty. No, there was something there. A heap of rolled-up rags? No... An animal? A dog? No... What was it? It was hairless... white... a leg... A leg! I jumped backwards and nearly tripped over. A leg? I took a deep breath and had a quick look down. It was a leg

There is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order to things.

His ships might arrive in time to save the day, or they might arrive in time to be destroyed in their turn.

There was very little wind as they set out. The battle was unlikely to happen that day.

There's a brittleness to life for about 150 million Americans, with a constant risk that sickness, layoffs or a car accident will cause everything to collapse. One in seven Americans lives below the poverty line, a substantially higher rate than in Canada or other OECD countries, and scholars estimate that half of all Americans will at some point slip below the line.

I dont think that we're meant to understand it all the time. I think that sometimes we just have to have faith.

It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.

When life is awful, it's a terrible thing to live without hope. There's nothing worse than to believe that nothing will ever change – that every day will continue to be like every other.

Unless you're God and you know everything, including the past and the future, most of life is pretty much a question of closing your eyes and stabbing at a map. You have to try not to give yourself a hard time when things turn out to be not as good as you'd hoped.

Oh, I try not to regret things too much,' Mum said. 'Unless you're God and you know everything, including the past and the future, most of life is pretty much a question of closing your eyes and stabbing at a map. You have to try not to give yourself a hard time when things turn out to be not as good as you'd hoped.

I guess you always regret the choices you didn't make, because you imagine that they would have been better choices, that's the thing. But in the end, you just have to choose something and get on with it. Because if you hedge your bets forever, well, you end up with nothing, don't you?

that the human brain expects permanence. The cup is where you put it. The car is where you parked it (if it hasn't been towed away). The wine is still in the refrigerator where you left it. It's only people, the most complex, important, influential, life-changing elements of our lives, who are there and then are shockingly not-there. And it's surprisingly hard to get one's brain around that. So

She rolls onto her back and looks up at the dark ceiling, at the tiny speck of orange light leaking through the curtains from the streetlamp outside, and she tries to decide. "Are

But I never did manage to tell you because I could never quite put the words together to express something so complex and sordid and exciting and stupid,. I still wonder how that conversation might have gone.

These what-if equations have kept her life static since adolescence. And if life proves one thing, it's that the best laid plans don't necessarily lead to the best results.