Quotes About Uncertainty

I carefully kept myself in a cloud of unknowing.

People live from one play to the next. In between, before the curtain goes up, they don't quite know what the plot will be or what part will be right for them, they stand there at a loss, waiting to see what will happen, their instincts folded up like an umbrella, squirming, incoherent, reduced to themselves, that is, to nothing. Cows without a train.

I tried to gauge the degree of hopelessness to which I had fallen. I couldn't.

Now was the time to make quick tracks. Back to Fort-Gono, retrace my steps? Try to explain my conduct and the circumstances of the present disaster? I hesitated . . . Not for long. Nothing can be explained. The world only knows how to do one thing, to roll over and kill you, as a sleeper kills his fleas. That would be a stupid way to die, I said to myself, to let myself be crushed like everybody else. To put your trust in men is to get yourself killed a little.

Readers, friends, less than friends, enemies, Critics! Here I am at it again with Book I of Guignol! Don't judge me too soon! Wait awhile for what's to follow! Book II! Book III! it all clears up! develops, straightens out! As is, ¾ of it's missing! Is that a way to do things? It had to be printed fast because with things as they are you don't know who's living or dead!

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You can think you know what's best, what's right for you,and then all of a sudden something happens and turns your plans upside down

He didn't want to think about the people in his life, the people who could make him feel the way he did inside right now. Sad and angry, and as though he had lost something he couldn't quite name.

Wij moeten niets verwachten van onze kinderen. Het woord zelf zegt het al, 'verwachten'! Alsof wij op iets moeten wachten dat er nu nog niet is. De jeugd van onze kinderen is er nu. We zijn altijd maar onderweg. We zijn hier zo kort. Laat het onderwijs alstublieft geen voorbereiding zijn op iets onduidelijks dat in de toekomst ligt.

Everything had come easily to her. her whole life: This was the only thing that remained resolutely beyond her control.

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.

My future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road... Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

When a man don't know his own mind, Miss Shirley, ma'am, how's a poor woman going to be sure of it?

There is a bend in the road. I don't know what lies around that bend, but I hope for the best.

I can never make up my mind about anything myself - I'm always afflicted with indecision. Just as soon as I decided to do something I feel in my bones that another course would be the correct one. It's dreadful misfortune, but I was born that way, and there is no use in blaming me for it, as some people do.

When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.

An honest religious thinker is like a tightrope walker. He almost looks as though he were walking on nothing but air. His support is the slenderest imaginable. And yet it really is possible to walk on it.

Io sono vivo e non concludo.La vita non conclude.E non sa di nomi, la vita. Quest'albero, respiro tremulo di foglie nuove. Sono quest'albero. Albero, nuvola; domani libro o vento: il libro che leggo, il vento che bevo. Tutto fuori, vagabondo.

Siamo o non siamo su un'invisibile trottolina, cui fa da ferza un fil di sole, su un granellino di sabbia impazzito che gira e gira e gira, senza saper perché, senza pervenir mai a destino, come se ci provasse gusto a girar così, per farci sentire ora un po' più di caldo, ora un po' più di freddo, e per farci morire – spesso con la coscienza d'aver commesso una sequela di piccole sciocchezze – dopo cinquanta o sessanta giri?

and here, in this if I always lose myself.

The manager: Do you understand? Leading Man: I'm hanged if I do. The Manager: Neither do I. But let's get on with it. It's sure to be a glorious failure anyway.

Gli uomini hanno in sé un superfluo, che di continuo inutilmente li tormenta, non facendoli paghi di nessuna condizione e sempre lasciandoli incerti del loro destino.

The faculty of deluding one's self that today's reality is the only true one, if on the one hand it affords us a support, on the other hand hurls us into a bottomless void, for the reason that today's reality is destined to discover itself an illusion tomorrow. And life knows no conclusion. It cannot know any. If tomorrow there were to be a conclusion, all would be over.