Quotes About Uncertainty

Nothing we have, no one in our lives, no state of mind is exempt from change.

I wouldn't want to live without strong misgivings.

It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?

The frog is almost five hundred million years old. Could you really say with much certainty that America, with all its strength and prosperity, with its fighting man that is second to none, and with its standard of living that is highest in the world, will last as long as...the frog?

I have a feeling that someone nearby is soon going to find out something about me that will mean the end, although I can't imagine what that something is.

I get the willies when I see closed doors.

We have no ideas, and they're pretty firm.

There was no way of really knowing anything, he knew, not even that there was no way of really knowing anything.

He's back! He's back! Who's back? shouted someone else. Who is it? What does it mean? What should we do? Are we on fire? Get up and run, damn it! Everybody get up and run!

a nagging bitch of a doubt, burrowing painlessly inside a conscience that felt perfectly clear

As far as I know, I'm the only Captain Yossarian I know, but that's only as far as I know.

Death was irreversible, he suspected, and he began to think he was going to lose

Miért éppen én? – ez volt állandó panasza, és a kérdés helyes volt.

He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

Nincs mód arra, hogy tényleg mindent tudjunk, ezt is tudta, sÅ't azt is, hogy még azt se tudhatjuk, valóban nincs-e mód arra, hogy tényleg mindent tudjunk.

Why are they going to disappear him?" "I don't know." "It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?

That men would die was a matter of necessity; which men would die, though, was a matter of circumstance, and Yossarian was willing to be the victim of anything but circumstance.

Yossarian was not sure he liked being invested in.

You have a morbid aversion to dying. You probably resent the fact that you're at war and might get your head blown off any second.

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die. He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to be waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die.

And both are gone. And ironically, I'm drawn to repeat my well known apothegm of futility: that, just as the person who wants praise will never be satisfied with praise, the person who wants love cannot be satisfied with love. No want is ever fulfilled. And I therefore still don't know whether it is better to fear God and keep His commandments or to curse God and die. Fortunately, I've been able to get by very neatly without doing either.

How much longer do you really think your own country will last? Forever? Keep in mind that the earth itself is destined to be destroyed by the sun in twenty-five million years or so.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.