Quotes About Uncertainty

En las casi 4 semanas que pasó allá, negociando el alquiler del Henry Reed, obtuvo muchas informaciones, pero, siempre, con la sensación de que nadie llegaba al fondo de las cosas, que incluso las gentes mejor intencionadas le ocultaban algo y se lo ocultaban a sí mismos, temerosos de enfrentar una verdad terrible y acusadora

No saber la hora lo angustió de nuevo. A veces lo olvidaba, pero la menor inquietud, duda, zozobra, hacía que la punzante ansiedad de no saber en qué momento del día o de la noche se hallaba le produjera hielo en el corazón, la sensación de haber sido expulsado del tiempo, de vivir en un limbo donde no existían el antes, el ahora ni el después

Una vez más se dijo que su vida había sido una contradicción permanente, una sucesión de confusiones y enredos truculentos, donde la verdad de sus intenciones y comportamientos quedaba siempre, por obra del azar o de su propia torpeza, oscurecida, distorsionada, trastocada en mentira

Faceva sempre in modo di farmi sapere, o meglio, indovinare, che c'erano uno o più segreti nella sua vita di tutti i giorni, una dimensione della sua esistenza cui io non avevo accesso e dalla quale poteva scatenarsi in qualsiasi momento un terremoto che avrebbe mandato all'aria la nostra convivenza.

Queta, señora? Sí, y Amalia no lo creía, con el

The most damnable thing had happened," he said suddenly in his light husky voice without looking at her. "I have fallen in love with you and I don't know what to do about it.

A Tornado knocks a house down, killing the owner, and it's a tragedy. Then you learn a serial killer lived there and the same act becomes a miracle. The truth about what happens to us in this world keeps changing. Always. It never stops. Sometimes not even after death.

I looked like I wasn't at a cocktail party but an airport, waiting for my life to take off. Infinitely delayed.

Because I saw, suddenly, how it would always be for me, Sam's life unfolding like slides in an old projector I'd always be clicking through in the dark, stunning leaps forward in time--but never the uncut reel.

What in the hell was happening to me? How flimsy sanity was.

Maybe she was really good at improv. I couldn't be certain she was nineteen or that her name really was Nora Halliday. Maybe she was like one of those sweaters with an innocent little thread hanging off of it: One pull, the whole thing unraveled.

There were no street signs along Benton Hollow Road, no house numbers, no streetlights, not even any lines—just my car's faded headlights, which didn't so much push back the advancing dark as nervously rummage through it.

Complex problems are often open-ended and poorly defined

I rushed to the living room to protect myself from I don't know what, behind my best friend, a book.

The key to wisdom is doubt!

Marriage, it's like roulette: Sometimes one wins, often one loses. Even if you're very in love, it can still go bad.

Embrace relational uncertainty. It's called romance. Embrace spiritual uncertainty. It's called mystery. Embrace occupational uncertainty. It's called destiny. Embrace emotional uncertainty. It's called joy. Embrace intellectual uncertainty. It's called revelation.

Anything was better than waiting in that hole trying to figure out what to think about in his last moments on earth, waiting to be plumed or slaughtered. He'd rather die trying to live.

The invitations to the New Year's Eve party at the American embassy in Saigon would read, "Come see the light at the end of the tunnel.

He knew there was no road map for this session. That was not how interrogation worked. Conversations were improvisational.

All my life I've lived with a future which constantly diminishes but never vanishes.

I've told you, I don't know!' bellowed the Doctor, angrily. 'I can't have an answer for everything.' Oh, that's a good one, thought Ace.

He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly. They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory where Uncle Terry works. The factory is a bakery and he operates the slicing machines. And sometimes a slicer is not working fast enough but the bread keeps coming and there is a blockage. I sometimes think of my mind as a machine, but not always as a bread-slicing machine. It makes it easier to explain to other people what is going on inside it.

And what he meant was that maths wasn't like life because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end