Quotes About Uncertainty

As dad would always say, when in doubt- play for time.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

I was frightened to go forward, but I was even more frightened of going back.

I was able to construct a world view based on intimacy, vulnerability, uncertainty and commonality.

Well, I said, if the past don't get you, the fucking future sure will.

Cory didn't understand existential answers. Neither does life.

Because with all that I read, all that I learn, I discover how much I do not know. Ideas batter me like hailstones. Questions but no answers. Who am I? Where am I from? Do I have a family?

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

In a sense, it's all about running away. I've been running all my life. Where I'm going … Who the fuck knows? But that's not the point. The point is just to see how long you can keep going strong. And right now there is no end. The way I feel now, I can keep going for a long time.

Philosophy, in its longing to rationalize, formalize, define, delimit, to terminate enigma and uncertainty, to co-operate wholeheartedly with the police, is nihilistic in the ultimate sense that it strives for the immobile perfection of death. But creativity cannot be brought to an end that is compatible with power, for unless life is extinguished, control must inevitably break down. We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

The end of the Animals tour marked another low point. David now says that this was one period when he really felt that it might be all up for Pink Floyd. His view is that we had achieved, and sustained, the success we had originally wanted as a band, and accordingly were finding it difficult to see what more we could do.

It's simultaneously hard and soft. Until you measure it—which he probably does often, hoping against hope to see something different than last time. But then the wave function collapses to something a little flaccid.

You don't know why, and I don't know why, but why not?

It was the tail end of summer. It was the beginning of winter. It was autumn, formally, but Ronny hated gradations.

Sometimes I feel like my whole life has been a long, long wait for something horrible that never actually happened. Like I've been in water, up to my neck, fighting to stay afloat, year after year. But if only I'd felt for the bottom I'd have found it. It was there. The ocean bed, just below where I was treading. It was there.

She tries to search her heart, but the map is old and the compass is faulty.

I touched my reflection with a fingertip. My reflection felt nothing. That's what I wanted from the world, to feel nothing. To feel nothing and not be involved, for everything to stay comfortably outside myself and not get in. How did people survive all this knowledge of suffering in the world? How did they carry it around, day after day, and not go mad? And what would I wear tomorrow?

Her uncle saw plots under every bench but it didn't make him wrong.

Suddenly she was not sure about anything anymore, and that was frightening. If she did not want to do what she had set out to do, then what did she want? Something had changed. Some part of her was gone.

Until she knew how these newcomers thought and what they wanted, she would keep it that way, keep her dice rolling in her cup. It was foolish to throw before all bets were on the table.

The arms that Thenike wrapped around her waist for support were strong and hard. Marghe wanted to lean into them and weep for what she had lost, though she did not know whether the loss was good or bad, or even real.