Quotes About Uncertainty

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected.

Perhaps they're opening up a world I'm only just starting to see the edges of. An adult world. It's scary and I don't like it.

I'll never know how to live, will you?

And maybe you can't know me now. Maybe I'm just blood. Whatever that's for.

I didn't care much what happened to me, so chance didn't matter.

What did you do in your songs? I don't know, I'll never know, you say. Someone else will write them about me, won't they? I looked into a void of love. And I fell down. There was nothing else there. No where, where I was no one. But I have to sing this song. I'm still here.

There isn't any way to be. I will meet you where you've gone. The cards are blank; the cards are empty there. If I can just have one last cut. Do you have a plan for the new? The cards be blank. The symbols be over. I will tell my fortune with the blank cards of blank. What do you see?

it's anywhere in the broken clock

This clearing is full of false lights, flickers that stop when you look.

I have no hope then? the patient asks. There is no hope or change. Have I not changed? the patient asks. How could anything so empty change?

I'll never know how to live, will you? That was blood in my eyes, not flames.

I don't want this part where I don't know if I've dreamed it or not.

I wonder who I will know when I die, if anyone.

I don't believe I'll ever leave: will I really leave?

Okay, I have to flee the storm again. Or I could stay.

At any moment a force from nowhere could rip me out of my life. I could die of traffic or weather, I could die of war or my heart.

I wanted something different—Or is this it?

I want to live here, where nothing coheres. Who'd be in ordinary life, working or shopping, looking forward to whatever it turns out it's about

Someone's screaming from the basement, who's going away tomorrow; and I'm no particular age. I have no fear.

And I go in, it's just a portal after all. I don't know what's inside. Whatever happens next. Nothing happens; things coalesce then melt again

I'm not who I thought I'm not there or here