Quotes About Uncertainty

Sascha looked torn. Should she cram my head full of newfound terror that the world would reject me, or let me wander into the big, scary out-there, like a naive lamb prancing to the slaughter?

Every man is put on earth condemned to die. Time and method of execution unknown.

I see people walking, he said.—Just during the day, like. I see them and they all seem to know where they're going. And I always think they're keeping the secret from me. Where they're going Ã¢â'¬â€œ where they know they're going. I've always felt that. Left out, I suppose. Excluded

Dead man has nothin' to lose, nothin' to be feared of. Now I'm back among the living and scared to death about what happens next. —Samuel Reed

I don't suppose anybody really knows how bad a thing can be until it actually happens.

Until I saw what happened to Mongo, I thought that getting canceled was the worst thing that could happen. Wrong. Being dead and not knowing it is much, much worse.

The uncertainty of our senses makes uncertain all that they produce:

In our lives, we surf the wave of chance.

I am not a believer, not an atheist, not an agnostic. I am more content with questions than answers.

The willingness to let go of what we know you might even call an expression of faith. Faith: not that things will work out as we hope, but faith, simply, in life and its extraordinary intelligence that never fails to surprise. While belief holds on tightly, faith lets go.

Pique or policy. We would never know.

Everyday, I think about dying. About disease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world. It helps keep my mind off things.

The great benefit of philosophy, which is also its great weakness, is that all its steps are taken in the spirit of doubt.

There are so many plans, and so many schemes, and so many reasons why there should be neither plans nor schemes.

Are you going to do it? he asked. Maybe, I said. Don't 'maybe' me, baby. It's written all over you. I'd almost be willing to go along, you know. Of all my relations, I like sex the best and Eric the least. I lit a cigarette, while I considered.

I? I am nothing, replied the other. A leaf caught in a whirlpool, perhaps. A feather in the wind...

Stubama i dolje. Ni zvuka odozdo. Zna?i kasno je. Dobro. Još jedan dan, a još smo živi. Možda ?ak i malo mudriji. Dovoljno mudri da bismo shvatili da mnoge stvari još ne znamo. Doduše, imamo nadu.

Do you know what lies beyond the advancing winds? Chaos.

This is because one can never be sure whether wisdom produces or merely locates, and the Prince is wise.

Was that a dark figure ducking behind a windmill tree? Or only the dance of shadows in my shadow-shifting eyes?

By looking at his face, I could no more tell whether he was lying, in whole or in part, than I could learn by scrutinizing the Jack of, say, Diamonds.

We were enough like Brand that I knew a particular species of fear nothing else could provoke.

It is him, Random. Him. That's all.

In a moment, she would be gone, taking with her my chance of obtaining some answers on which my life might depend.