Quotes About Uncertainty

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I— I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

Yo, señor, en realidad no sé quién soy en este momento, aunque esta mañana lo sabía muy bien cuando me levanté, ¡pero he cambiado tantas veces desde entonces!

Quién eres tú? —dijo la Oruga. (...) —Apenas sé, señora, lo que soy en este momento... Sí sé quién era al levantarme esta mañana, pero creo que he cambiado varias veces desde entonces.

Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar. ... - I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?—and she tried to curtsey

she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to

Qué raro resulta todo hoy! Y pensar que ayer las cosas andaban como siempre. ¿Habré cambiado durante la noche? Pensemos: ¿era yo la misma cuando desperté esta mañana? Casi puedo recordar sentirme un poco distinta. Pero si no soy la misma, la siguiente pregunta es '¿Quién cuernos soy?' ¡Ah, ése es el gran dilema!

He was like a horse running downhill harnessed to a heavy cart. Whether he was pulling it or being pushed by it he did not know, but rushed along at headlong speed with no time to consider what this movement might lead to.

How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: *was* I the same when I got up this morning?

LESS BREAD! MORE TAXES!—and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted (as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!" and some "Taxes!", but no one seemed to know what it was they really wanted.

Sometimes things that look safe, turn out nasty, and things that look nasty, turn out safe.

I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself, to begin with, and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing

Alice: "Bana hangi yoldan gitmem gerektiÄŸini söyler misin? Kedi: Bu neyi istediÄŸine ve neye ulaÅŸmaya çal??t???na baÄŸl?. Alice: Åžey, bilmem ki... Kedi: O zaman hangi yoldan gittiÄŸin farketmez.

I don't much care where-" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," "so long as I get somewhere," "Oh, you're sure to do that, if you only walk long enough"/ "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."/ Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! The love-gift of a fairy-tale. ?Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass?

And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.

waiting is our destiny. as creatures who cannot by themselves bring about what they hope for; we wait in the darkness for a flame we cannot light. we wait in fear for a happy ending that we cannot write. we wait for a 'not yet' that feels like a 'not ever.

The future is too interesting and dangerous to be entrusted to any predictable, reliable agency.

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.

In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them, we see a strong father. A loving mother. Warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane.

When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.

We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...