Quotes About Uncertainty

Some guy once told me that skydiving is like cutting your throat and seeing if you can get to the doctor before you bleed to death.

Life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

Who knows who you are... A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end...

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

Ai bi?t ???c...Ng??i ta cÅ©ng gi?ng nhÆ° má»™t cu?n ti?u thuy?t: chÆ°a ??n trang cu?i thì chÆ°a bi?t k?t c?c s? ra sao. B?ng không thì Ä'âu Ä'áng ?? ??c...

Do you believe that you will die? Yes man is mortal I am a man ergo... no that isn't what I mean. I know that you know that. What I am asking is, have you ever actually believed it? Believed it completely? Believed not with your mind but with your body? Actually felt that one the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be icy and yellow? No, of course you don't believe it. Which is the reason why up until now you haven't jumped from the tenth floor to the pavement.

Who knows who you really are? A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading....

Bir nokta, her ÅŸeyden daha fazla bilinmeyen içerir. Tüm yapmas? gereken k?p?rdamas?, az?c?k yerinden oynamas?d?r; binlerce deÄŸiÅŸik eÄŸriye, yüzlerce kat? biçime dönüÅŸebilir. K?p?rdamak istemiyorum... Korkuyorum. Neye dönüÅŸeceÄŸim?

And it seems to me that everyone is like me—they're all afraid of the slightest movement . . . Everyone's sitting all closed up in his own glass cage waiting for something.

It just goes against nature for a thinking and seeing being to live among these irregularities and unknown X's. It is as if someone blindfolds you and then makes you walk around like that and you feel your way around, stumbling, and you know that there is an edge somewhere very nearby and that it would only that one step for the only thing left of you to be a flattened, mangled piece of meat. Isn't that just about the same thing I'm going through?

And tomorrow... what? Nobody knows. You understand? Neither I nor anyone else knows. It's unknown. You understand it's come to an end, everything that was known? Now it'll be new, never before seen or imagined.

Omul e ca un roman: pân? la ultima pagin? nu È™tii cum se va termina. Altfel nici n-ar merita s? citeÈ™ti...

A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading.

A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading.

A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end.

a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I

Quem sabe como tu és? O homem é como os romances: só na última página é que se sabe o final

I am alone. It is evening. There is a light fog. The sky is covered by a thin milky-golden tissue. If I only knew what is there—higher. If I only knew who I am. Which I am I?

From my own experience I know that the cruelest thing is to make a person doubt his own reality...

Who knows who you are . . . A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end

Kdoví… ÄŒlovÄ›k je jako román: do poslední stránky nevíÅ¡, jak skon?í. Jinak by ho ani nestálo za to ?íst…

Man is like a novel: up to the last page one does not know what the end will be. It would not be worth reading otherwise

it is twenty-two-thirty. Till tomorrow, then. Record Four The Wild Man with a Barometer – Epilepsy – If * * * * * * * Until today everything in life seemed to me clear (that is why, I think, I always had a sort of partiality toward the word "clear"), but today...