Quotes About Uncertainty

I didn't officially live with him and wasn't officially committed to him. If we were in a proper relationship and I did live with him and was officially committed to him, first thing I would have to do would be to leave.

History in the making is a very uncertain thing.

He'd called her a sparrow. If he made the slightest untoward movement, his wild bird would fly away into the forest and he'd never find her again. And the strangest result of the last days was the certainty that if Miss Philippa Sanders left his life, it would be immeasurably poorer.

He wanted her. He loved her. He had no idea where he stood with her. The thought of riding away tomorrow felt like someone scraped out his liver with a blunt knife. Lyle

He slipped the small leather case that had started all the trouble into his coat pocket, ran a comb through his thick black hair, and stared into the blue Macrae eyes. He wasn't used to seeing uncertainty there, but he saw it tonight. "Come on, laddie. Time to face up to your future and find out if she'll have you." The

Il problema della vita è che puoi procedere solo alla cieca, in un'unica direzione. La memoria ha delle idee tutte sue; carpisce elementi da gni quando e cerca di metterli insieme. Ti sorprende da tutte le angolazioni, con tutto quello che sei venuto a sapere in seguito, e ti comunica le novità.

Et puis nos certitudes ne tiennent jamais debout. Un jour on voudrait mourir et le lendemain on réalise qu'il suffisait de descendre quelques marches pour trouver le commutateur et y voir un peu plus clair...

It's a hypothesis. History won't take us far enough to confirm it. And our certainties never really hold water. One day you feel like dying and the next you realize all you had to do was go down a few stairs to find the light switch so you could see things a bit more clearly.

On ne peut jamais prévoir. Ni comment les choses vont se dérouler, ni pourquoi des trucs tout simples prennent soudain des proportions démentes.

Our certainties never really hold water. One day you feel like dying and the next you realize all you had to do was go down a few stairs to find the light switch so you could see things a bit more clearly.

Kaut kur uz š?s plan?tas bija sieviete, varb?t divu so?u att?lum?, varb?t desmitt?kstoš kilometru t?lu, un vien?gais, kam bija k?da noz?me, - lai vi?a var man piezvan?t. Es biju pa??v?gs. Ener?ijas pilns. Man lieks, ka biju diezgan laim?gs šaj? dz?ves posm?, jo ar? tad, ja nebiju kop? ar vi?u, es zin?ju, ka vi?a ir. Tas vien bija necer?ti.

M?s atst?j?m viens otru klusi, skumji un smagn?ji, nekad nerun?jot par n?kamo reizi. N?, tas bija neizturami. Un, jo vair?k es spurojos pret?, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, un, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, jo maz?k tam tic?ju. Es jutos apsteigts, bezsp?c?gs, ar sasiet?m rok?m. Nekust?gs, samierin?jies. -Samierin?jies ar ko? -Ar to, ka k?du dienu zaud?šu vi?u…

Pour le moment, elle entendait encore le son de sa voix, mais... Jusqu'à quand?

Dalton. We don't know where the others are. They were just behind us. I think we'd better wait for them.' 'I saw a cart pull out in front of them,' Sophie said. 'It'll have slowed them down.' Mr Lloyd looked round, frowning. 'No one's come to the door to check what we're

of going back to her humdrum life, was far more frightening than the thought of marrying him.

What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.

The sight of the wall of water outside reassured me, giving me the idea that it made very little difference whether I stayed with her, or set out alone on my journey that had neither visible starting point nor destination. It didn't matter: since, however closely I became involved with another existence, my own world would always remain secret, inaccessible and shut-off; nobody would ever see me, except as a dim, changeable, wavering shadow, through its impenetrable, semi-opaque walls.

Reality had always been something of an unknown quantity to me. At times this could be disturbing.

So this was how he lived now, getting jittery because a bus pulled up near. Well, he was not going on like that. It was not good enough. The one person who could help him had not appeared. He probably never would. But there must be some other way. He knew that there was another way although for the moment he couldn't think what it was. Soon it would come back to him, in a minute he would remember the way out, the way where he was going.

To wait - only to wait - without even the final merciful deprivation of hope. Sometimes I think that some secret court must have tried and condemned me, unheard, to this heavy sentence.

Hell had at least been familiar; she knew that, if she'd been capable of feeling anything, she would have felt afraid of this irresistible force that had picked her up like a scrap of paper and was sweeping her into the void, right out of the world as she knew it, as if whirling her off the earth altogether.

The whole room is as black as pitch. In fact, I'm not at all sure that it is a room. Something suggests to me now that I'm on board ship; I might be floating adrift on some tranquil sea. And yet there's no sound, no motion, nothing to indicate either sea or land. Like a ghost train my life streams through my head, and I don't know which point of the compass I'm facing. How dark it is. The moon must have stolen away secretly.

When everything's said and done, unfortunately, we find ourselves in the position of children whose parents have gone to the theatre, leaving them alone in the dark house. Yes, we are forced, if we are honest, to make the saddest of all admissions when it comes to the last resort: Alas, we do not understand these things.

The thing which does surprise me is my own optimism. Surely I ought to recognize now that my number is up. Where do I always find enough courage for one more last hope? I am the enemy of this indestructible, pitiless hope which prolongs and intensifies all my pain. I would like to lay hold of hope and strangle it once and for all.