Quotes About Uncertainty

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone? If we can't embrace uncertainty do we miss the point of love?

Both pieces are similar in one way:what one could believe, one doubts. Nicoise because one depends upon the moral sense of the filmmaker, The Navidson Record because one depends upon the moral sense of the world.

Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone?

recogniz[ing] the dangerous influence the unknown naturally has on everyone. P.60

Les jeux sont faits. Nous sommes fucked.

motionless, finally, after how many hours, how many days, at a loss where to go. All directions leading to the same place anyway. Its own end.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of 'not knowing'. Of course, not knowing hardly prevents the approaching chaos.

Was that the definition of the future? Not even striving to know itself like the present might

promising the possibility of discovery while all along dissolving into chaotic ambiguities too blurry to ever completely comprehend.

And no, it hasn't gone away. The elusive it is still here with me. But there's very little I can do.

For at least a week, I was hung over with no sense of what lay ahead, plenty of untraceable guilt and a mounting sense of despair.

You alone must find the way. No one else can help you. Every way is different. And if you do lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish.

Les jeux son fait. Nous sommes fucked.

Kept for that moment when I'm certain nothing's left.

wondering then if I would ever see her again, sensing I wouldn't, hoping senses were wrong but still not knowing.

Something was beginning to make me feel panicky and bad again. Maybe it was to have been that lost, to lose sense, even a little bit . . .

I hope it doesn't matter. I have a terrifying feeling that it does.

I know what it means to go mad. I'll die before I go there. But first I have to find out if that's where I'm really heading.

I've lost this sentence, I can't even finish it, don't know how—

leaving me with absolutely no sound way to determine where the hell I'm going, though right now going to hell seems like a pretty sound bet.

with very little to remind them of themselves or their past or even their tomorrows . . .

When the answers arrive the questions are already lost.