Quotes About Uncertainty

I don't differentiate between optimism and pessimism and am at quite a loss as to which of the two characterises me. When I awake each morning I thank the lord he did not take my soul during the night. If harm befalls me during the night, I thank him that it was no worse. So which am I, a pessimist or an optimist?

Yes, ever since that time I began looking upward and awaiting their arrival. Either they will transform my monotonous and boring life completely, or they can take me away with them. Is there an alternative?

vexation, yet filled with unconscious regret for the terrible unknown things that might have, but had not, happened (23)

The ground was shaking beneath their feet and they clung to the resolutions they had made in calmer moments, to avoid plunging into the abyss.

She came out in a cold sweat when she thought about the future, saying she felt like a coin someone had tossed in the air that might land heads or tails depending on how the pavement lay.

it was in that uncertain state of mind that he began to sketch her face (12)

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!

What vain weather-cocks we are!

When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.

I must go in. The fog is rising.

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

We never know we go,—when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more.

In a Life that stopped guessing, you and I should not feel at home

Down Time's quaint stream Without an oar, We are enforced to sail, Our Port—a secret— Our Perchance—a gale. What Skipper would Incur the risk, What Buccaneer would ride, Without a surety from the wind Or schedule of the tide?

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there. My business,—just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there?

And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?

Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.

There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see.

Saber que somos temporalmente eternos es reconfortante, aunque nada más sepamos.

maybe one of the reasons i don't express myself as well as i want to is because inside, shoved way down into an unseen pit, i'm not sure of what i want.

i wish i could freeze this moment, somehow delay my final decision, and just hang here in the balance between two places, two worlds, two loves.

There are no absolutes in relationships. You can't take anything for granted. You can count on absolutely nothing but the unexpected. You only get in trouble when you start thinking that you're some kind of exception to the rule.