Quotes About Uncertainty

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy. I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

Life is like a movie, you never know what happens at the end.

In our family, being right trumped being truthful. There was no room for uncertainty, so you never let down your guard.

I'd not felt so much as a pinprick of foreboding or dark premonition about what lay beyond the curve of time.

Did I want meat or fish for dinner? I couldn't decide. Hair up or down? Either. Would I prefer to walk or bike? Neither. I wanted to sleep. It felt as if in making any inconsequential decision, I might choose wrongly and forever close a door; there would go my other life.

When you falter, all eludes. This is a seasick way, this almost/never touching, this drawing-off, this to-and-fro. Subtlety stalks in your eyes, your tongue knows what it knows. I want your secrets - I will have them out. Seasick, I drop into the sea.

When we discover that someone we trusted can be trusted no longer, it forces us to reexamine the universe, to question the whole instinct and concept of trust. For a while, we are thrust back onto some bleak, jutting ledge, in a dark pierced by sheets of fire, swept by sheets of rain, in a world before kinship, or naming, or tenderness exist; we are brought close to formlessness.

I do not know who I was when I did those things or who I said I was or whether I willed to feel what I had read about or who in fact was there with me or whether I knew, even then that there was doubt about these things

You ask me how I'm going to live the rest of my life Well, nothing is predictable with pain Did the old poets write of this? —in its odd spaces, free, many have sung and battled— But I'm already living the rest of my life not under conditions of my choosing wired into pain rider on the slow train

We cut the wires, find ourselves in free-fall, as if our true home were the undimensional solitudes, the rift in the Great Nebula.

Robert Jordan, whether he's writing with passion or not, I don't know.

I would love to act for the rest of my life, but I also know that it could be taken away in a day. It's something I've always loved, but it's nothing I've ever revolved my entire life around. I have many other passions as well.

I don't understand my own sporadic collapses into passivity. Perhaps I never will.

As soon as you know what you're doing, you're doing it wrong. That's what I find with acting. As soon as it becomes padded, it becomes pat.

I know it sounds pathetic, but I don't know who I am.

There's no fixed pattern or formula to life.

When I grew up, there were common patterns to people's lives. Now everybody is just making it up as they go along.

I don't even know what my artist name would be. Would it be Logan Paul? Would it just be Logan? I don't know.

Faith keeps many doubts in her pay. If I could not doubt, I should not believe.

One of the things I've learned over the years is that you only do what you can do as an actor. You do the best job you can, but you have no control over so many elements that are going to determine the outcome of that film. I never pay attention to what happens after.

Seven out of 10 Americans are one paycheck away from being homeless.

I don't miss the economic insecurity, the living paycheck to paycheck.

If I wanted to play it safe, I'd get a normal job with a secure paycheck.

Being in the hospice didn't work out exactly the way I had expected. By all rights, I should have finished my time here in mid-March 2006 - at least, that's when Medicare stopped paying.