Quotes About Uncertainty

In other words, we have once more come unawares upon the riddle which has so often confronted us: whence does neurosis come—what is its ultimate, its own peculiar raison d'être ? After tens of years of psychoanalytic labours, we are as much in the dark about this problem as we were at the start.

Lo maravilloso del mundo reposa precisamente en esta multiplicidad de las posibilidades: lástima que sea un terreno tan poco sólido para conocernos a nosotros mismos.

Så blev allting borta i en mörkröd dimma och ett brus, som först tilltog skrämmande, men så dog dånet småningom bort, och den röda dimman blev tunnare och ljusare, och till sist var den som ett lätt morgondis, innan solen bryter igenom, och det var alldeles ljudlöst, och hon visste att nu dog hon -

There was nothing on yet except for the tobacco reports, so I snapped the radio back off and tried to figure out where to go.

Que sais-je?'—what do I know?

Like many other Catholics, Esmond had a crust of Catholic complacency over a thin layer of doubt, which spanned a deep morass of sheer terror.

The overwhelming experience of tragedy is a disorientation expressed in one bewildered and frequently repeated question: What shall I do?

PÃ…â"¢átelství už jsou taková - kÃ…â"¢ehké konstrukce, které vydrží nápor bouÃ…â"¢e, a pÃ…â"¢esto se mohou rozpadnout na tisíc kousk? bez konkrétního d?vodu. KÃ…â"¢ehké jako bÃ…â"¢idlice.

The downside of shuffle soon revealed itself, though. I became fascinated with the mechanism itself, and soon was always wanting to know what was coming up next. It was irresistible to click onto the next random selection. Even if it was something great, there was the possibility something greater still would flash up next.

Shit . . . Well, in for a sestertius, in for a denarius.

For him we were as good as dead; each of us was carrying around his own death certificate, from which only the date was missing.

the inherent properties of matter start to become impossibly ambiguous.

The day had been spent in the expectation of these hours, and now they were crumbling away, becoming, in their turn, another period of expectancy...It was a journey without end, leading to an indefinite future, eternally shifting just as she was reaching the present.

Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.

Je crois que je comprends bien comment ca peut te faire. Nous avons essayée de batir notre amour par-delà les instants, mais seuls les instants sont surs. Pour le reste on a besoin de foi; et la foi, est-ce courage ou paresse?

All around me the world lies like an immense hypothesis that I no longer verify.

For twenty years it seemed to me that I had been taking part in a game, and that one day, at the stroke of midnight, I would return to the land of shadows. ...In a little while, the hands would be pointing to midnight; they would point to midnight tomorrow and the next day, and I would still be here.

Morality resides in the painfulness of an indefinite questioning

One has no right to make up one's mind about the future in advance.

La puerta se abrirá lentamente y veré lo que hay detrás de la puerta. Es el porvenir. La puerta del porvenir va a abrirse. Lentamente. Implacablemente. Estoy sobre el umbral. No hay más que esta puerta y lo que acecha detrás. Tengo miedo. Y no puedo llamar a nadie en mi auxilio. Tengo miedo.

I know nothing, nothing. I not only have no answer to give, but I haven't even found a satisfactory way of propounding the questions.

We think that if man gives himself up to an indefinite pursuit of the future he will lose his existence without ever recovering it; he then resembles a madman who runs after his shadow.

Sei que hei-de fazer um movimento. A porta abrir-se-á e poderei ver o que está para além dela. É o futuro. A porta do futuro vai abrir-se. Lentamente. Implacavelmente. Estou no limiar. Existe somente uma porta e o que me espia por trás. Tenho medo. E não posso chamar ninguém por socorro. Tenho medo.

She is twelve years old, and her story is written in the heavens; she will discover it day after day without shaping it; she is curious but frightened when she thinks about this life whose every step is planned in advance and toward which every day irrevocably moves her