Quotes About Uncertainty

Hayat? tan?mak yerine kendimden ÅŸüphe etmeyi öÄŸrendim.

The contours of the coming disaster expanded to include the deaths of all present.

The writer is one who, embarking upon a task, does not know what to do.

Mr. A calls me into his office and says he's got bad news and bad news, and which do I want first. I say the bad news.

The writer,' said Donald Barthelme, 'is one who, embarking upon a task, does not know what to do.' In this mode of not-knowing, the thick-torsoed, literal, and crew-cut mind is moved to the sidelines in favor of the swinging, perceptive, light-footed, tutu-wearing subconscious.

I'm bleeding at the knees and choking from smoke and have no idea who these people are or where I'm going, but at least I'm off the hook in terms of the hand jobs.

Doubt will fester as long as we live. And when one occasion of doubt has been addressed, another and then another will arise in its place.

I just want to say that history, when it arrives, may not look as you expect, based on the reading of history books. Things in there are always so clear. One knows exactly what one would have done.

Whatever failures you feel you may have been responsible for, leave them behind you now, she said. All turned out beautifully. Come with us. Come where though? I said. I don't - You are a wave that has crashed upon the shore, she said. See, I don't get that, I said.

But (we stopped ourselves short) was this not just wishful thinking? Weren't we, in order to enable ouselves to go on, positing from our boy a blessing we could not possibly verify? Yes. Yes we were. But we must do so, and believe it, or else we were ruined. And we must not be ruined. But must go on.

But (we stopped ourselves short) was this not just wishful thinking? Weren't we, in order to enable ourselves to go on, positing from our boy a blessing we could not possibly verify? Yes. Yes we were. But we must do so, and believe it, or else we were ruined. And we must not be ruined. But must go on.

The war was less than a year old. We did not yet know what it was. In "A Thrilling Youth: A Civil War Adolescence," by E. G. Frame.

Every human position has a problem with it. Believed in too much, it slides into error. It's not that no position is correct; it's that no position is correct for long. We're perpetually slipping out of absolute virtue and failing to notice, blinded by our desire to settle in--to finally stop fretting about things and relax forever; to find an agenda and stick with it.

Sometimes in life the foundation upon which one stands will give tilt, and everything one has previously believed and held dear will begin sliding about, and suddenly all things will seem strange and new.

I am not stable and Mary not stable and the very buildings and monuments here not stable and the greater city not stable and the wide world not stable. All alter, are altering, in every instant.

When will I death? Might I death alone? Probably yes Little scared about that. I must say But am not death yet Not dead yet. Not yet. And not yet. World lays out before me new with each click of step and swish of aspen leaves above for that I say thanks For as long as world is shiny new there is no death and what lovely may I not yet do?

The trouble with this country," the late John Berryman once told fellow poet James Dickey, "is that a man can live his entire life without knowing whether or not he is a coward.

Markets are constantly in a state of uncertainty and flux and money is made by discounting the obvious and betting on the unexpected.

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. (To Science)

When I was coming up, it was a dangerous world, and you knew exactly who they were. It was us versus them, and it was clear who them was. Today, we are not so sure who the they are, but we know they're there.

I believe the most solemn duty of the American president is to protect the American people. If America shows uncertainty and weakness in this decade, the world will drift toward tragedy. This will not happen on my watch.

MORAL AMBIGUITIES constitute a fairly stable system of equilibrium

L'instabilité des choses a pour corrélat l'impuissance de l'homme.

Non. Tu n'es plus le maître anonyme du monde, celui sur qui l'histoire n'avait pas de prise, celui qui ne sentait pas la pluie tomber, qui ne voyait pas la nuit venir.Tu n'es plus l'inaccessible, le limpide, le transparent. Tu as peur, tu attends. Tu attends, place Clichy, que la pluie cesse de tomber.