Quotes About Uncertainty

As a precaution, Ruth had also gnawed over the worst possibilities—brain tumor, Alzheimer's, stroke—believing this would ensure that it was not these things. History had always proven that she worried for nothing.

I know what to avoid, what to worry about. I'm like those kids who live with gunfire going off around them. I don't want pain. I don't want to die. I don't want to see other people around me die. But I don't have anything left inside me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.

Death was not necessarily a portal to the blank bliss of absolute nothingness. It was a deep dive into the unknown.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a pair of eyes and ears, and I'm just trying to stay safe and make sense of what's happening. I don't want pain. I don't want to die. I don't want to see other people around me die. But I don't have anything left inside me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.

you showed me who I truly am. You did not remove my doubts. You forced me to see how I waver.

My friend, my editor, still had the cancer. Each day she had to cross a terrible chasm, a bottomless hole of not knowing what to hope or believe. I tried to imagine what she saw, but I did not have her perspective.

When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

At sixteen Sabina took moon baths, first of all because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous. The effect of moon baths was unknown, but it was intimated that it might be the opposite of the sun's effect. The first time she exposed herself she was frightened. What would the consequences be?

The unknown is my compass

What does it mean that you have not written me?... Am I a dream to you, am I not real and warm for you? What new loves, new ecstasies, new impulses move you now?

But my faith seems naive, at least today. Maybe tomorrow I can believe again.

Doubt tortures me. There is a twist in me, my fear of interpretation.

He overlooks the voluptuousness of half-knowledge, half-possession, of leaning over the edge dangerously, for no specific climax.

me he enfrentado a mis sentimientos. Soy plenamente concientes de ellos.Prro aún no he encontrado a nadie con quién quisiera vivirlos hasta el final. Por otra parte no estoy segura de que es lo que quiero vivir hasta el final.

You like feeling lost. You enjoy being baffled. It gives you a false sense of mental energy, activity.

I find that I do not know what to believe, that I have not decided yet whether analysis simplifies and undramatizes our existence, or whether it is the most subtle, the most insidious, the most magnificent way of making dramas more terrible, more maddening.

Jesus, don't think this is cold. I'm just simply functioning as mind. The whole thing is going to collapse soon—the mind, I mean.

I wonder if the life I am leading is a dream or a reality. I feel far away from everything and everybody.

The benefit of thinking you will die at fifty is that it can spur you to accomplish a lot of things at a young age, which is what I have attempted to do, but now the prospect of living longer makes me uncertain about the plans I've made.

Does one ever know what another person is really like, even someone very close to us? Do we know what we are like ourselves? What we are today may not be what we are tomorrow.

The world has many edges, and all of us dangle from them by a very delicate thread. The key is not to let go.

Does one ever know what another person is really like, even someone very close to us? Do we know what we are like ourselves? What we are today may not be what we are tomorrow. I

Oh, I thought, without a doubt, everything in my life is falling to pieces. Nothing that my hand grasps can my hand hold.