Quotes About Uncertainty

Whatever will be will be.

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

Our society is dependent on some precarious mechanisms, and they are very dicey. They can easily collapse.

showered, hating the sound of the rushing water; shaved, hating the buzz of the razor. He dressed quickly, not caring what he put on. He had no plan, only to get out of this room, to get away from the unremembered shape of his dreams.

She didn't say yes or no; she said nothing in a rush of words. After she had rung off, it began. Slowly at first. Like fog wisping into his mind. Only a small doubt. He could, at first, brush it away. But it moved in thicker; tightening around the coils of his brain, blotting out reason.

He rang Laurel as soon as he reached the apartment. Before he fixed a drink, before even lighting a cigarette. There was no answer to the call. He rang her every fifteen minutes after that, and at six, when the dusk was moving across the open windows, and when there was still no answer to his call, he stepped out into the courtyard where he could look up at her apartment. But there were no lights in it.

You shouldn't ask me whether I like him or not. The way you mean it, I don't suppose I like anybody.

once, didn't ye? He weren't so sure about

If I got down on my knees I thought, "Do I really believe? Whom am I praying to?" A terrible doubt came over me, and a sense of shame, and I wondered if I was praying because I was lonely, because I was unhappy.

She wasn't certain of exactly what they had together; she doubted Owen knew, either; but whatever it was, she desperately wanted to hold on to it. They were only at the beginning of what they could become together; if she could help it, she would do anything that she could to keep it from ending.

there was no safety anywhere in life, except as illusion

So they live in darkness but they're safe, I said, and wondered if to be this safe was to always live in darkness...

to every life there eventually came a moment when one had to accept the fact that the shape, the pattern, the direction of the future was entirely out of one's hands, to be decided unalterably by chance, by fate or by God.

Sometimes living with him is like being told to hold my breath as a matter of life and death - but never being told when to let that breath out. So I don't know what to do for the best. To let out that breath and suffer the consequences or to keep holding on no matter what it does to me.

I don't want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.

I never trusted any man not to find someone else; to stay with me if he had another option. to not find something in me that would have him heading for the hills. that was the other reason for not thinking long-term- when someone walked out, as they invairiably did, it wasn't too big a shock. a disappointment but nothing, I hadn't been expecting.

What fresh hell is this?

I think money is due for some sort of collapse. People are going to realize that money has a half-life, like radioactive elements.

Are you sure this is a good idea?' I ask. 'No,' says Amber. 'Let's do it.

Always keep 'em guessing.

Everyone's mortality is in the lens now and it's not necessarily a telephoto shot.

People come up to you and say, "Oh man, that's the scariest thing in the world what you do, talk in front of people." It's not scary to me. Your job is scary to me, fucking selling shoes in the mall for 30 years only to have the place go out of business.

I'm kind of worried. What are we supposed to do here in the middle of nowhere? Same as we always do for the kids... pretend like we know what we're doing.

We demand guaranteed rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty.