Quotes About Uncertainty

Looking at her in the hospital he had thought, I don't know you, who you are, does it matter if we live or die?

Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.

Cuando ya no hay nada que perder, se puede correr cualquier riesgo.

Strange. Half my years afraid of life. The other half, afraid of death. Always some kind of afraid.

Non più tardi dell'altra sera, ogni cosa era perfetta, poi, ad un tratto, mi sono accorto che stavo affogando. Per quante volte un uomo può andare a fondo e rimanere ancora vivo?

I mean, I think, every night, the sun dies. Going to sleep, I wonder, will it come back? Tomorrow morning, will it still be dead?

Cuando en la oscuridad olvidamos lo cerca que estamos del vacío, algún día se presentará y se apoderará de nosotros, porque habremos olvidado lo terrible y real que puede ser.

Why are you crying? he asked. I don't know, I don't know, but I can't help it. I'm sad and I don't know why, I cry and I don't know why, but I'm crying.

What does it matter who is Past or Future, if we are both alive, for what follows will follow, tomorrow or in ten thousand years. How do you know that those temples are not the temples of your own civilization one hundred centuries from now, tumbled and broken? You do not know. Then don't ask.

live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.' 

Quién es usted para discutir lo que pasa? Aquí estamos. ¿Qué es la vida, de todos modos? ¿Quién decide por qué, para qué o dónde? Sólo sabemos que estamos aquí, vivos otra vez, y no hacemos preguntas.

The nightmare of living was begun.

Y a esta enfermedad la llamaban la soledad, porque cuando uno ve que su casa se reduce hasta tener el tamaño de un puño, de una nuez, de una cabeza de alfiler, y luego desaparece detrás de una estela de fuego, uno siente que nunca ha nacido, que no hay ciudades, que uno no está en ninguna parte, y sólo hay espacio alrededor, sin nada familiar, sólo otros hombres extraños.

Siempre había una minoría que tenía miedo de algo, y una gran mayoría que tenía miedo de la oscuridad, miedo del futuro, miedo del presente, miedo de ellos mismo y de las sombras de ellos mismos.

He almost turned back to make the walk again, to give her time to appear. He was certain if he tried the same route, everything would work out fine. But it was late, and the arrival of his train put a stop to his plan.

You want to cry some more, go on ahead. I did the same last night." "You, sir?" "God's truth. Thinking of everything ahead. Both sides figuring the other side will just give up, and soon, and the war done in weeks, and us all home. Well, that's not how it's going to be. And maybe that's why I cried.

You don't know what it is. Every time I'm out there I think, 'If I ever get back to Earth I'll stay there; I'll never go out again.' But I go out, and I guess I'll always go out.

Borracho de vida, y sin conocer el rumbo siguiente. Pero antes del amanecer uno ya está en marcha. ¿Y el viaje? Exactamente la mitad terror, la mitad júbilo.

And Jim was there, half in, half out of the cold glass tides like someone abandoned on a seashore when a close friend has gone far out, and there is wonder if he will ever come back.

The speedometer read 110. My stomach was stone like the stone walls rushing left and right. Up over a hill, down into a valley. "Can't we go a bit faster?" I asked, hoping for the opposite. "Done!" said Finn, and made it 120. "That will do it nicely," I said, in a faint voice, wondering what lay ahead.

They came because they were afraid or unafraid, because they were happy or unhappy, because they felt like Pilgrims or did not feel like Pilgrims. There was a reason for each man.

there was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.

Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that