Quotes About Uncertainty

nothing in life turns out as we thought it would, nothing...

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all. It's like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don't have the box with the picture on it. So I don't know what the final thing is supposed to look like. I'm not even sure if I have all the pieces.

Metta sees truly that our integrity is inviolate, no matter what our life situation may be. We do not need to fear anything. We are whole: our deepest happiness is intrinsic to the nature of our minds, and it is not damaged through uncertainty and change.

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When we approach the journey acknowledging what we do not know and what we can't control, we maintain our energy for the quest.

There is so much we just can't see or know right now, including precisely how our actions will ripple out.

I know that safety is always unattainable. You're never safe.

I should probably feel something more about his death, but I don't. It's messed up that he killed himself, and it's messed up that the guards broke Bobby's arm. And it's not right, either, that we have to spend months in a place where no is getting any better. No one is learning anything, as far as I can see. In some ways, it seems like people are getting worse. Am I? I don't think so, but who knows.

I know that we're not on a ship and there is no water around us, but I can't help wonder how long before my friend is cast into the sea.

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Tori hurried after him, knowing nothing would be the same again.

I had His peace in the not knowing. Christ offers peace in the not-knowing seasons.

when corps commanders started toppling, alive one minute and dead the next, struck down as if by a bolt of blue-sky lightning, who was safe? All down the line, from brigadiers to privates, spirits were heavy with intimations of mortality.

Then one night at the very end of May he came home late with the smell of perfume on him. So thats it, I thought: after all these years. And I waited. Time after time I'd seen it happen to other men at such an age—a change of life: they get to thinking how much theyve missed, and they get scared. Just wait, I told myself, lying alone in bed those nights (it was June by then); it will play out on him soon enough.

Thus the diffuse character attributed to terrorism is reproduced in an enveloping atmosphere whose effect is to arouse a primal fear about the precariousness of every moment in daily life, to surround the most taken-for-granted routines with uncertainty.

Rather than a purely economic system supplying "goods and services," capital acquired political attributes. Faced with that reality, the magic realists, in desperation, would introduce their trump card, the threat of revolution. This meant arousing the dependents, organizing their numbers, and confronting the realists with their worst nightmare—instability, uncertainty, and, worst of all, the subordination of economic to demotic power

me if you knew something, but you couldn't

Do you know of the uncertainty principle, Marjorie?" "I am educated," she snorted, very much annoyed with him. "Then you know that with very small things, we cannot both know where they are and what they are doing. The act of observing them always changes what they are doing. Perhaps God does not look at us individually because to do so would interrupt our work, interfere with our free will….

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.   —LEONARD COHEN

I cannot defeat cancer. Nobody defeats cancer. There is no winning or losing. There is no surviving or not surviving. There are only coin flips: heads or tails; benign or malignant; weight loss or bloating; morphine or oxycodone; extreme rescue efforts or Do Not Resuscitate; live or die.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I could write "I don't know" one million times and publish that as my memoir. And, yes, it would be repetitive, experimental, and more metaphor than history, but it would also be emotionally accurate.

And I laughed because half of me was happy and half of me wasn't sure what else to do.

I don't know if hope is white. But I do know that hope for me is like some mythical creature.