Quotes About Uncertainty

Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?

Auf schwarzdunklem Moor oder felswildem Strand Leg' ich mich nieder, wegmüd und krank. Kalt wölbt sich der Himmel von West nach Ost, Weder Mantel noch Decke schützt mich vor Frost. Nur kaltfunkelnde Sterne halten still Wacht – Wer weiß, wo ich ruhn werde in dieser Nacht!«

When I'm all alone it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway. When the streets are wet the colors slip into the sky. But I don't know why that means you and I are that means you and... I quit, I give up. Nothin's good enough for anybody else, it seems.

Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.

When in doubt, win the trick.

You were thus sailing down the rapid tide of time towards Eternity, without a single authoritative guide (having cast your chart overboard), except what you might fashion and forge on your own anvil,—except what you might guess, in fact.

Seminary is for men who are seriously considering the ministry; it is a place where a man may test his gifts and calling in the service of the Word...Uncertainty about a call to the ministry may indicate with certainty a call to theological training. Even when God does not call a man to pastoral work, he often leads through seminary study to other ministries of teaching and to informed leadership in the work of the church.

That here on earth is no sure happiness.

Things used to be plain and simple; you did a thing and you knew how it would turn out. But not now. The world was changing.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.

Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings;

I bleed, but know not wherefore, know not where.

In this unlighted cave, one step forward That step can be the down-step into the Abyss. But we, we have no sense of direction; impetus Is all we have; we do not proceed, we only Roll down the mountain, Like disbalanced boulders, crushing before us many Delicate springing things, whose plan it was to grow.

Vendado con un pañuelo rojo y tambaleándose en la claridad, el hombre juega a

Ninguno estamos libres de que se abata sobre nosotros la tragedia. Sucede constantemente.

Tenía los ojos fijos adelante, sin mirar a nadie ni nada en particular, como quien busca respuestas dentro de sí mismo. Por fin habló, aunque fue breve: "Cagamos", declaró, y bajó la mirada.

Y no sé para qué quiero que lo sepa. No sirve para nada que lo sepa. Y sospecho que es peor, eso de que lo sepa. Pero ya ve, se lo digo igual. Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me parece que la quiero mucho.

Suerte, casualidad, inteligencia, buenas decisiones. O todo lo contrario. Y el resto de nuestra vida de un lado o del otro. A veces el fútbol se parece tanto a la vida que da miedo.

No sé qué hacer, ni sé qué pensar, no sé qué sentir. Y sin embargo estoy decidida a seguir sintiendo, pensando y haciendo. No voy a detenerme al costado de mi vida hasta tener las cosas claras. Soy tan obsesiva y tan insegura que se me puede ir la vida decidiendo. No voy a correr ese riesgo.

Supongo que nadie es capaz de leer, en la borra del presente, las señales de sus futuras tragedias.

My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.

Anyone not paranoid in this world must be crazy. . . . Speaking of paranoia, it's true that I do not know exactly who my enemies are. But that of course is exactly why I'm paranoid.

Not all questions can be answered.