Quotes About Uncertainty

and now i know i'm not myself. how can i ever be myself again? i was never myself in the first place!

And as far as Norma was concerned, that was the main problem with life. You never knew what was going to happen from minute to minute, and more than anything in this world, Norma hated a surprise.

Poor little old human beings—they're jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that. But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can't help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren't as crazy as betsy bugs." —Aunt Elner, 1978

Walter Lippmann was once asked his views on a particular topic, he is said to have replied, "I don't know what I think on that one. I haven't written about it yet.

I doubt my doubt, doubt itself is unsure I love, but who is it for whom I sigh? Not Muslim, yet not heathen; who am I?

Espinosa let the Rover slide to the side of the road. He parked and looked around. "Now what?" Jack pressed the button on the window

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

For a long time now I haven't existed. I'm utterly calm. No one distinguishes me from who I am. I just felt myself breath as if I'd done something new, or done it late. I'm beginning to be conscious of being conscious. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to myself and resume the course of my existence. I don't know if that will make more happy or less. I don't know anything.

Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what's in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been in the text, but there's always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many.

In this calm and stupid life, I never know how I should act.

I'm almost convinced that I'm never awake. I'm not sure if I'm not in fact dreaming when I live, and living when I dream, or if dreaming and living are for me intersected, intermingled things that together form my conscious self.

Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.

Pouco me importa. Pouco me importa o quê? Não sei: pouco me importa.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

I know not what tomorrow will bring.

And I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

A vida é a hesitação entre uma exclamação e uma interrogação. Na dúvida, há um ponto final.

Life is the hesitation between an exclamation mark and a question mark. After doubt there is a full stop.

I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything. In the end there will only be silence except Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.

Being eternally at a point where two paths fork!

Having seen how lucidly and logically certain madmen justify their lunatic ideas to themselves and to others, I can never again be sure of the lucidness of my lucidity.

Mi espíritu está todo hecho de vacilación y duda. Nada, para mí, es o no puede ser positivo; todo oscila a mí alrededor, y yo con ello; sólo soy incertidumbre. Todo es para mí incoherencia y cambio. Todo es misterio y todo es significante. Cada cosa es un símbolo «desconocido» de lo Desconocido.

Four times in the false year the false season Changed, in the immutable course Of times's progression. Dryness follows greenness, and greenness dryness, And no one knows which is first, which Is last, and they end.

All of history happens in the mist, and the great battles we are told about, the great ceremonies, all man's greatest achievements, are merely great spectacles shrouded in mist, cortèges glimpsed in the distance in the dim twilight.