Quotes About Uncertainty

Precariousness and precarity are intersecting concepts. Lives are by definition precarious: they can be expunged at will or by accident; their persistence is in no sense guaranteed

Zira, lezbiyen-gösterenine baÅŸvurularak neyin kastedildiÄŸi her zaman için kesin bir belirsizlik içinde kalm??t?r; zaten onun anlamland?r?lmas? her zaman için bir derece kontrol d???d?r, ayr?ca özgüllüÄŸü de ancak, kendi bütünsellik iddias?n? çürütmeye yarayan d??lamalarla ay?rt edilebilen bir olgudur.

Often she felt as though she had been picked up and turned about like a kaleidoscope, that all her complacent assumptions had been shaken up and reassembled in a different order

EÄŸer kan?t yoksa ÅŸüpheli olmak hiç bir ÅŸey ifade etmez...

Life is a series of unlikely events, isn't it? Hers certainly is. One unlikely event after another, adding up to a rich, complicated whole. And who knows what's still to come?

Anything could go wrong any day of the week. What's the point of worrying in advance?

I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep.

Sometimes she wished she were a little kid again. Everything was so simple then. Now she never knew when she was going to find out something terrible, something she didn't want to know. Sometimes her jaw ached in the morning. She wondered if Princess Elizabeth's jaw ever ached.

Anything could go wrong any day of the week. What's the point of worrying in advance?" "How do you stop yourself from worrying?" "I think of all the good things in my life." "What about the bad things?" "There's no room for them inside my head. Not anymore. Now I say live and let live, and I kick those other thoughts away. You can do that, too.

How can I stop worrying when I don't know if I'm going to turn out normal?" "I promise, you'll turn out normal." Are

Life is a series of unlikely events, isn't it? Hers certainly is. One unlikely event after another, adding up to a rich, complicated whole. And who knows what's still to come? Lily looks out the window

Life is a series of unlikely events, isn't it?

Even now she can't decide. She thinks about flipping a coin. Heads she goes, tails she stays. But isn't indecisiveness an early sign of mental illness?

Then again, maybe I won't.

And now she was going. She was going to walk up the steps leading to the silver bird that would gobble her up, holding her in its belly until it reached its faraway destination, where it would spit her out. In one piece, she hoped.

Robin . . . robin . . ." Uncle Feather repeated.

There might be no tomorrow and even if there is, nobody gives a damn.

Life sometimes sends out previews - but It never reveals the Surprise Ending.

Milege tujhse hum phir kabhi Woh kab,kaha kaise hume nhi maaloom

You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

You live in a deranged age - more deranged than usual, because despite great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.

Like many young men in the South, he had trouble ruling out the possible. They are not like an immigrant's son in Passaic who desires to become a dentist and that is that. Southerners have trouble ruling out the possible. What happens to a... man to whom all things seem possible and every course of action open? Nothing of course.

You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.