Quotes About Uncertainty

I never heard voices. It possibly could have been the devil. I don't know, but I do know that at the time I formulated my decisions to kill, thoughts of the devil never entered into it. I knew something was compelling me to act, but I figured that it was my own selfish, sick need to gratify myself in this way. I just don't know.

Put your sails up and prepare them for action, but recognize that the wind will blow when it chooses to, not when you want it to.

if you are safe, you are boring and forgettable.

Live, don't know how long, And die, don't know when; Must go, don't know where; I am astonished I am so cheerful.

Leb, waiss nit wie lang, Und stürb, waiss nit wann Muess fahren, waiss nit wohin Mich wundert, das ich so frelich bin.

I'm afraid the truth is you're putting yourself in for plenty of disappointment if you expect people to hang around for very long in this life!

Poetry was something everyone could agree on because no one could be certain of what it was about.

All was strange in a fog, buildings grew vague, human beings groped and became lost, the landmarks, the compass points, by which they navigated melted into nothingness and the world was transfigured into a country of the blind. But if the sighted became blind, then the blind - and for some odd reason I have always regarded myself as one of the blind - the blind became sighted, and I remember felling at home in the fog, happily at ease in the murk and gloom that so confused my neighbors.

these are precisely the conditions that killed love, after first blighting its growth: squalor, fear, uncertainty, overfamiliarity.

Dans cette vie qui vous apparaît quelquefois comme un grand terrain vague sans poteau indicateur, au milieu de toutes les lignes de fuite et les horizons perdus, on aimerait trouver des points de repère, dresser une sorte de cadastre pour n'avoir plus l'impression de naviguer au hasard. Alors, on tisse des liens, on essaye de rendre plus stables des rencontres hasardeuses.

And then the next fifteen years fell apart: a few blurry faces, a few vague memories, ashes...

And yet, from time to time, beneath this thick layer of amnesia, you can certainly sense something, an echo, distant, muted, but of what, precisely, it is impossible to say. Like finding yourself on the edge of a magnetic field, with no pendulum to pick up the radiation.

Siempre paso miedo cuando vuelvo a pie a casa a estas horas... No sé exactamente dónde estoy...» Y era cierto que había que cruzar por una tierra de nadie o más bien por una zona neutra en la que uno estaba aislado de todo.

The letters dance before my eyes. Who am I?

I'm afraid that once you have all the answers, your life closes in on you like a trap, with the clank of keys in a prison cell. Wouldn't it be better to leave empty lots around you, into which you can escape?

Và r?i c?ng có n?i s? b?n ch?n ?ó, th?nh tho?ng, tr??c vi?n c?nh các vai ph? mà ta ?? l?i sau l?ng có th? tìm th?y ta mà ?òi tính s?.

Rành là m?i s? ??u k?t thúc trong nh?ng h?p ??ng sô cô la ho?c bích quy. Ho?c xì gà.

comme si l'hiver de cette année-là séparait les gens les uns des autres, brouillait et effaçait leurs itinéraires, au point de jeter un doute sur leur existence. Et il n'y a aucun recours. Ceux-là même qui sont chargés de vous chercher et de vous retrouver établissent des fiches pour mieux vous faire disparaître ensuite – définitivement.

Tudo o que vivemos no dia a dia é marcado pelas incertezas do presente.

Why am I so diffident and apprehensive when it comes to something that means a lot to me?

Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare in the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world changes, whether I want it to or not.

It felt like waiting for something to happen. Which has to be the worst part of being young. So many of your decisions aren't yours; they're made by other people. Sometimes they're made badly by other people. Sometimes they're made by other people who have no idea what the consequences of those decisions might be. The bastards.