Quotes About Uncertainty

knows it is necessary, knows that we cannot do without anxiety once we have known it.

I feel I am free but I know I am not.

Impossible for me to know whether or not I take myself seriously. The drama of detachment is that we cannot measure its progress. We advance into a desert, and we never know where we are in it.

The more closely we scrutinize our tomorrows, the closer we come to and the more we flee this people: all of us tremble at the obligation to resemble it some day . .

If he changes his country, his drama merely begins again: exodus is his seat, his certainty, his chez soi.

Sloth is a somatic scepticism, the way the flesh doubts.

my nature forces me to drift, to remain forever in the equivocal

I may change my opinion on the same subject, the same event, ten, twenty, thirty times in the course of a single day. And to think that each time, like the worst impostor, I dare utter the word "truth"!

After the Spanish publication of the 'Précis,' two Andalusian students asked me if it was possible to live without 'fundamentación.' I answered that it was true that I had found no solid basis anywhere and that I had nonetheless managed to endure, for with the years one got used to everything, even vertigo. Then, too, one does not constantly keep watch and interrogate oneself, absolute lucidity being incompatible with breathing.

To live in solitude means to relinquish all expectations about life. The only surprise in solitude is death.

Universul îmi explodeaz? în creier. Febr? insuportabil?. Sunt la un pas de Haos. Elementele se dezl?nÈ›uie. P?mântul îmi fuge de sub picioare. Cine m? va reconcilia cu lucrurile? Un punct fix, caut un punct fix, È™i nu g?sesc decât incertitudine È™i noroi, È™i un delir irepresibil.

The salutary or awkward consequences of what he thinks matter little to the man who questions himself at hours when others are the prey of sleep.

Trebuie s? privim spre viitor, chiar dac? viitorul e moartea.

Panic in the face of anything—of presence, of the void, of anything. Original panic.

For it ends only to be replaced by fear

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

Because, the fact is, no matter what spin you choose, you just don't know. You can't know. So go out, have a good time, make the most of your life.

Failure is ever impending.

Life is no guarantee so we must be prepared to face the upcoming challenges.

What of me after parting? I know not-- I'll go back, perhaps, to my old fishing rock on the beach.

I can't tell anymore. Which is long and which short, the river flowing east or thoughts farewell brings on?

All people and all men are filled with a kind of premonition, and everyone whose vital organs are not paralyzed faces with shuddering expectation the approaching future which will utter the redeeming word.

Life doesn't work that way. You can do everything perfectly. Do everything you think you're supposed to be doing. Fulfill every expectation that other people may have. And you still won't get the results you think you deserve. Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.