Quotes About Uncertainty

Caris said: "One never knows what the future may hold.

Un enfant, c'est comme une révolution ; on le met en route, mais on ne sait pas ce que ça va donner.

Qué nos ocurrió?

desconfiaba de su tendencia a creer que Dios se ocuparía de aquello que él no era capaz de solucionar.

himself, that he might survive tomorrow's

You can't tell what a tyrant is going to do," she said. "Uncertainty is one of their weapons. I've lived under the Nazis as well as the Communists. They're depressingly similar.

looked down into the black water and hesitated

?i am aflat c? exist? hot?râri dificile È™i c?, uneori, nu avem cum s? È™tim ce e bine È™i ce e r?u de f?cut.

Es imposible saber lo que hará un tirano —sentenció—. La incertidumbre es una de sus armas. He vivido en la Alemania de los nazis y en la de los comunistas, y son tristemente parecidas.

În situaÈ›ii de criz?, oamenii înfricoÈ™aÈ›i se supuneau oricui p?rea s? È™tie ce face.

Habrá que cruzar ese puente cuando se llegue a él.

Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail

There's no doubt in my mind that McMurphy's won, but I'm not sure what.

You can make a mark across the night with the tip of an embered stick, and you can actually see it fixed in its finity. You can be absolutely sure of its treacherous impermanence. And that is all.

Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail. It is the deepest faith we have, and the unbeliever- the blasphemer, the dissenter- will stimulate in us the most righteous of furies.

And the forest at night might be beautiful, but if it was dark how was a man to know that?

And the more I think about how nothing can be helped, the faster the fog rolls in.

Now I don't know what I love any more. I don't know where the thing I make-pretend leaves off and the thing that's really there starts up.

Chang! With light and sound and numbers round and round in a whirlwind, and maybe you win with what you end up with and maybe you lose and have to play again. Pay the man for another spin, son, pay the man.

You can make a mark across the night with the tip of an embered stick, and you can actually see it fixed in its finity. You can be absolutely certain of its treacherous impermanence.

and if I don't have her to where she don't know whether to shit or go blind, the bet is yours.

There's long spells — three days, years — when you can't see a thing, know where you are only by the speaker sounding overhead like a bell buoy clanging in the fog. When I can see, the guys are usually moving around as unconcerned as though they didn't notice so much as a mist in the air. I believe the fog affects their memory some way it doesn't affect mine.

Am I this? Are these mine? These people? These insane people?

Is it that?" she asked in a soft voice, once more examining her hands, "not being sure of that 'someday'? Or is it not being sure of having that 'somebody'?