Quotes About Uncertainty

How does a hardworking sixty-four-year-old-woman end up without a house or a permanent place to stay, relying on unpredictable low-wage work to survive? Living in a mile-high alpine wilderness, with intermittent snow and maybe mountain lions in a tiny trailer, scrubbing toilets at the mercy of employers who, on a whim, could cut her hours or even fire her? What does the future look like for someone like that?

Many hoped life on the road would be an escape from an otherwise empty future.

What was his plan for the future? I asked. "Don't die. Don't get old," he said. "I don't know." If things got desperate, he added, a niece and nephew had offered to take him in.

In short, I'm nervous about everything. If you're doing a startup and you're relaxed, you should be very worried.

Mom, I have to go. I think this Matt character is here." "Are you sure it's him?" Julie peered into the car as the window lowered. "I see a maniacal-looking guy with brightly-colored candy in one hand, and he's waving a sickle in the other. Oh! He's beckoning me to the car. This must be my ride.

I tell you that I like being this close to you and how you feel against me. But now even I'm hesitant. I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won't feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

In relationships it is best to assume nothing.

Few things in life are certain, and one of them is that you can turn on the television at three in the morning and someone will be singing and dancing on the Indian channel. Proof of Nietzsche's theory of eternal recurrence.

it may rain or it may shine, probably at the same time. (Lamentations 5:23)

Why would you sacrifice today's freedom for a future that will always remain uncertain, no matter how carefully you plan for it?

Sólo existe certeza con respecto al pasado, y con respecto al futuro, la certeza de la muerte.

Today we take for granted that we are we. Yet the doubt about ourselves still exists, or has even grown.

When man is born, the human race as well as the individual, he is thrown out of a situation which was definite, as definite as the instincts, into a situation which is indefinite, uncertain and open. There is certainty only about the past—and about the future only as far as that it is death.

Indeed, to one for whom having is the main form of relatedness to the world, ideas that cannot easily be pinned down (or penned down) are frightening–like everything else that grows and changes, and thus is not controllable.

Ako je psihoanaliza efikasna, to nije zato što pacijent prihvata nove teorije o razlozima svog nezadovoljstva, ve? zato što zahteva kapacitet za to da bude autenti?no zbunjen; on se ?udi otkri?u dela sebe, o ?ijem postojanju nije imao predstavu.

Ä°nsanoÄŸlunun bilinçlilik için ödediÄŸi bedel, güvensizliktir. Bu güvensizliÄŸi kald?rabilmek için, insansal koÅŸulun fark?nda olmak ve onu kabullenmek, baÅŸar?ya ulaÅŸaca?? garantisinden yoksun olmas?na kar??n, baÅŸar?s?zl??a ulaÅŸmayaca??n? ummak durumundad?r. Kesinlikten yoksundur, emin deÄŸildir; bir tek kesin öngörüde bulunabilir: ÖleceÄŸim.

Ä°nanç, kesin olmay???n kesinliÄŸidir. Ä°nsan?n kendi görüÅŸ ve kavray???n?n doÄŸru ve kesin olduÄŸuna inanmakt?r; gerçekliÄŸin ortaya koyaca?? nihai sonuca inanmak deÄŸildir.

life is never certain, never predictable, never controllable; in order to make life controllable it must be transformed into death; death, indeed, is the only certainty in life.

Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it.

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me. -All Quiet On The Western Front, Chapter 12

I felt the first soft glow of intoxication that makes the blood warmer and spreads an illusion of adventure over uncertainty.

One always expects something else.

We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall. - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

I don't know what it is. I simply can't stand it. It's like a hand reaching out of the dark. It is fear—blind fear as if it were lying in wait somewhere for me.