Quotes About Uncertainty

I would not like to pass another night in the open, even with Maerad the Unpredictable to protect us; and my head is sore as a bear's.

It is not given to us to know what difference we can make, and perhaps we can make no difference at all. But that is no reason not to make the attempt," said Saliman quietly. "The Light shines more brightly in the darkness.

0001 knew what would happen. If everything went the way she planned it to go and if each part of this giant machine she's assembled performed her role effectively, she knew very well where the knife would wind up, but how did she know Harris Blanchard would be there?

El hombre que cabalga sobre los cuernos de un dilema termina con el culo pinchado.

The future is uncertain and thus holds the possibility of happiness for us all;

Sometimes there is no good choice.

The future has a way of arriving unannounced.                                                    George F. Will

Are any of us safe? How do we make it through? How, when you know you are going to leave this life whether you want to or not - when you know that you and everyone you love will leave this life - do we make it? I don't want to die.

In a second, fate can send a bus crashing into you and change your life---or not.

Back in another untroubled summer, that of 1870, the British foreign secretary Lord Granville, gazing up from Whitehall, could detect "not a cloud in the sky." Yet a month later, Europe would be torn asunder by the Franco-Prussian War, marking the end of a century of Pax Britannica and all its optimistic assumptions.

I hope you know what you are doing,' van Gelder said. He sounded grave. 'You hope,' I said. 'How do you think I feel?' Neither of them said how they thought I felt, and as it seemed that the line of conversation was taking an unprofitable turn we all kept quiet until we arrived at our destination.

When the Canada geese fly north in spring, there is a leader who points the way, a leader at the apex of the V as the formation moves across the land. Those who follow must believe that the leader is doing the best he can but there is no guarantee that all journeys will end in salvation for everyone involved.

Today, any movie that didn't show Rick and Ilsa sweatily grappling with each other's naked bodies in Rick's apartment above the café would be considered old-fashioned. But graphic sex wipes out ambiguity, and the ambiguity in Casablanca, the uncertainty about events and motives, is one of the things that still entices us.

Life is not mathematics, and few things have only one correct answer

She herself vacillated when it came to belief. She did not particularly believe in God. Or, rather, she didn't believe in a particular God. Nevertheless, she kept an open mind. She was not a melancholy agnostic, but the optimistic kind. She liked to give God the benefit of the doubt.

Certainty is not to be had. But as we learn this we become not more moral but more resigned. We become nihilists.

To know the good is a dangerous thing; to know it for sure is usually fatal for somebody.

Life is full of risks. The trick is to know which ones are worth taking.

no matter what, when you leave your family tell them you love them. It doesn't matter if you had a disagreement, a fight, if you're still angry even after a good night's sleep. Tell them you love them and you'll work it out, no matter what, because tomorrow is never guaranteed.

I knew that none of us are made any promises, none of us are ordained to be here forever, or even for as long as we want to believe. This is what nearly being robbed of time does to you: it leaves you glancing over both shoulders, wondering when it will catch up to you, wondering when its pace will quicken so you can no longer outrun it.

Maybe Liz was right and she'd wanted someplace safe. Maybe Mr. Solomon really did understand that running was the only way Macey would find out if we'd run after her. Or maybe, like me, she just wanted to disappear for a little while

I think you're freaked about what happened at Cambridge. I think it scared you." "I've been through worse, Bex," I said, joining her on the lower stairs. "Way worse." "Oh, not the attack." Bex raised her finger in contradiction. "What happened before the attack. I think you saw the future. Which is kind of freaky when - two months ago - you didn't think you were going to have one.

And I remember "normal" might never be the same again.

So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.