Quotes About Uncertainty

You can plan all you want, but you will never know what will be. Life just is, and I am here in it. I am waiting for what comes next.

Under the idea that we can all make our fates, that we have choices, is the reminder that sometimes we don't. That sometimes life is bigger than our plans. Bigger than us.

It is a gift in this life that we do not know what awaits us.

This is the way of life: the many things we do not know until it is too late.

A friend had said to me once, "Whenever I don't know what to do, I watch what I am doing." And what I was doing that year was leaving, even though I had not yet left.

How did you ever know? You never knew anything, and anyone who thought they knew anything - well, they were in for a great big surprise.

It was always sad, the way the world was going. And always a new age dawning.

This must be the way most of us maneuver in the world, half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can't possibly be true. But when I see others walking with confidence down the street, as though they are free completely from terror, I realize I don't know how others are. So much of life seems speculation.

Is he going to be okay?" I said he would most certainly be okay. I emphasized this, because I did not know myself—except what choice did he have, what choice do most of us have, except to be okay?

and they undoubtedly think that will last, the way new couples do. They think they're finished with loneliness, too.

Here is what I did not know that morning in March: I did not know that I would never see my apartment again. I did not know that one of my friends and a family member would die of this virus. I did not know that my relationship with my daughters would change in ways I could never have anticipated. I did not know that my entire life would become something new.

And what I most remember was that this guy told us that—because we are in the middle of it—we will not live long enough to see how it plays out in this world.

What a strange thing life is.

This must be the way most of us maneuver through the world, half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can't possibly be true. But when I see others walking with confidence down the sidewalk, as though they are free completely from terror, I realize I don't know how others are. So much of life seems speculation.

when they both asked me "Is he going to be okay?" I said he would most certainly be okay. I emphasized this, because I did not know myself—except what choice did he have, what choice do most of us have, except to be okay?

there was nothing to explain what he felt was happening to him, that he'd been put into a transparent plastic capsule that rose off the ground and was tossed and blown and shaken so fiercely that he could not possibly find his way back to the quotidian pleasures of his past life. Desperately, he did not want this.

there is a cultural blank spot that never ever leaves, only it is not a spot, it is a huge blank canvas and it makes life very frightening.

And living with this pandemic was like that. You did not know.

don't know if I believe it or not." I paused. "I don't really know anything." I added, "Except how much I love you and Becka. I know that.

So much of life seems speculation.

This must be the way most of us maneuver through the world, half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can't possibly be true. But when I see others walking with confidence down the sidewalk, as though they are free completely from terror, I realize I don't know how others are.

Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean.

Driving home, Tommy was aware of a sensation like that of a tire becoming flat, as though he had been filled—all his life—with some sustaining air, and it was gone now; he felt, increasingly as he drove, a sense of fear.

Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean. — This may be the only thing in the world I know to be true.