Quotes About Uncertainty

It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die. 'Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky.

I try to steer away from high metaphysical belief because I think we humans do best when we realize that we don't know all that much.

Why worry about something that isn't? Worrying about something that might happen is not a healthy pastime. A man's a fool to live his life under a shadow like that. Maybe that's how an ulcer begins. I

We'd been walking in endless rectangles and now we were near the candy store again. The lights were out, the security gate down. We leaned up against the wall of a bank and I could feel the cool stone on my back, the billions of dollars thrumming through wires beneath and behind me, or on the night waves above. I wasn't quite sure how they traveled. Or how much they got out anymore.

You just never know when movies are going to take off or not. The lucky thing about this was that it didn't cost a lot of money, and therefore there wasn't loads of pressure on me.

That's the thing about later. You don't know what's coming up. You don't know how all the loose ends are going to gather together. Something for sure is going to happen but you don't know what it is.

Don't let it be anxiety; let that uncertainty generate excitement. If you can't make that switch you shouldn't be a writer, or an artist, or a fighter. You won't enjoy it.

I left the room in a daze, wondering if this was all real-or if I'd finally gone insane from whacking the weasel.

Moi Aussi I need to know you even as I never know my self that phantom ache of amputated innocence You, the stirrings of a curtain, dust settling on sepia cuckoo clocks covers obscuring Perhaps one day you will become a benign sentence an agency through which to be. Return

I would think a person who doesn't know what's she's running from can't really be on the run, but that's not true. Here

This whole time we've been walking, I thought we were heading somewhere, but just now, seeing her scared face, I know that we're also running away.

Something in knowing is not quite as wonderful as not knowing. The

What, she wondered, was going to happen to people who think they know everything? What's going to happen without chance?

El said that kids today never sit still long enough to see how the river changes. What, she wondered, was going to happen to people who think they know everything? What's going to happen without chance? Good question.

We do not rest because now I know what we are running from, and it looks a lot like death.

But waiting is killing me. Don't they understand? Don't they remember what it feels like? I want to have things settled. I can't stand the idea of not knowing.

You can be in this business 50 years and still not know anything about it.

No one could have predicted this, but this is how the world works. One moment, you are stuck, and then the moment expands, as if God were forcing it open with his pretty bare hands, and you find yourself in another dimension, and you are still you, but the world around you has suddenly changed colours.

No, life ends and no, there is nothing elsewhere, and no question now of ever finding again that white speck lost in whiteness, to see if they still lie still in the stress of that storm, or of a worse storm, or in the black dark for good, or the great whiteness unchanging, and if not what they are doing.

I felt ill at ease with all this air about me, lost before the confusion of innumerable prospects.

We're not beginning...to...to...mean something? Mean something? You and I mean something?

Perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

At no moment do I know what Im talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and still be short of the fifty-first, to close the circuit, that I know, without knowing what it means.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.