Quotes About Uncertainty

I can't trust the living," Loren told her.

Because anything that has to use the Cat to make it work can't be right. It just can't.

nada atrapa más rápido nuestra atención que la necesidad de saber qué pasará después.

Hay que introducir tensión entre la expectativa y la incertidumbre.

que nada atrapa más rápido nuestra atención que la necesidad de saber qué pasará después.

Hay que introducir tensión entre la expectativa y la incertidumbre. La tensión emocional nos induce a pensar que quizá la cosa vaya así, pero puede salir de otra manera, lo cual nos hace preguntarnos qué pasará luego.» Cuanto más nos preguntemos qué sucederá después, más atención prestamos. Y cuanta más atención prestemos, más escucharemos, percibiremos y retendremos.

Kõik algab ja lõpeb inimesega, kes katuselt alla kukub. Kuid vahepeal on nüüd terve rida seoseid, milles võibolla iialgi selgust ei saa.

For my part, I never talk to the child about time. We talk about other things -- though not about anything much -- and never about tomorrow. For me that is impossible. Tomorrow we could all be wiped out. You think back upon all the promises you did not manage to keep. Talk about time and you will always end up making promises. Then it is better to say nothing at all, no matter what.

I can't imagine that anything like the Christian image of hell actually exists. But lately I've been wondering about the ancient Greenlandic realm of the dead. If you consider all the unpleasantness you encounter while you're alive, it seems improbable that it would all come to an end simply because you're dead.

Maybe this is where his humanity lies, in the traces of growing up with a sense of unfathomable insecurity: the need to plan, to make his world predictable.

So the [Binet-Simon]test results were always related to time. Thereby producing a new figure -- a measurement of intelligence. A calculated figure,and hence quite objective, All the psychologist had done was to let the children read and answer the questions, record them on a tape, note the times, double-check the figures and refer to the evaluation table. Everything clear and obvious. So that the result was, by and large, exempt from human uncertainty. Almost scientific.

If you consider all the unpleasantness you encounter while you're alive, it seems improbable that it would all come to an end simply because you're dead.

Bertrand Russell wrote that pure mathematics is the field in which we don't know what we're talking about or to what extent what we say is true or false.

Where's tomorrow?

That was what we meant by science. That both question and answer are tied up with uncertainty, and that they are painful. But that there is no way round them, And that one hides nothing; instead everything is brought out into the open.

Yeah, some days you die.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo. I don't know why. Is it because we are so unsure, so tentative and waiting? Like it needs that much room, that much space to expand. The not knowing anything really, the hoping, the aching transience: This is not real, not really, and so we let it alone, let it unfold lightly. Those times that can fly.

Still. No resolution ever. None. Nothing decided, nothing finished. The Dipper wheels back into place. Just one turn. One turn of the wheel and we are different, never the same. Not ever. Not even those stars. Even they, they decay, collapse, coalesce, break apart. Close my eyes.

One thing we are learning to be sure of: life does not get less strange.

Ha. Admit it: you don't have the slightest idea what you are doing, you never ever did. With all the nets in the world, real or unreal. You swam around in a flashing confused school following the tail of the fish in front. Pretty much. Nibbling at whatever passed, in whatever current you swam into. Even the love of your life felt like luck, like she might vanish in the finning crowd at any moment. Which she did.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.

Funny how you can live your whole life waiting and not knowing it. Waiting for your real life to begin. Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize that when it's too late.

All the choices we can't see. Every moment.