Quotes About Uncertainty

In the instant before the door opened, I could almost sense my life expanding just like a river whose waters have begun to swell; for I had never before taken such a drastic step to change the course of my own future. I was like a child tiptoeing along a precipice overlooking the sea. And yet somehow I hadn't imagined a great wave might come and strike me there, and wash everything away.

I'm not sure this will make sense to you but I felt as though I'd turned around to look in a different direction so that I no longer faced backward toward the past but forward toward the future. And now the question confronting me was this: What would the future be

I learned that year that nothing is so unpredictable as who will survive a war and who won't.

I won't say I'd never wondered what might happen if she should die; I did wonder about it, in the same way I wondered what might happen if our house were swallowed up in an earthquake. There could hardly be life after such an event.

Zar život nije ništa drugo do oluja koja stalno odnosi ono što je još samo trenutak ranije bilo tu i ostavlja za sobom tek nešto ogoljelo i neprepoznatljivo?

Tuga je vrlo neobi?an osje?aj, tako smo bespomo?ni kad se s njome suo?imo. To je nešto poput prozora koji se otvara po vlastitoj volji. Soba se hladi, a mi možemo samo bespomo?no drhtati.

Tuga je vrlo neobi?an osje?aj, tako smo bespomo?ni kad se s njome suo?imo. To je nešto poput prozora koji se otvara po vlastitoj volji. Soba se hladi, a mi možemo samo bespomo?no drhtati. Me?utim, prozor se svaki put otvori malo manje, pa još manje i jednog se dana pitamo gdje je nestao.

I would've had an easier time if my emotions had all pulled me in the same direction, but it wasn't so simple. I'd been blown about like a scrap of paper in the wind.

How curious it is, what the future brings us. You must take care, Sayuri, never to expect too much.

Oare viaÈ›a nu era decât o furtun? care È™tergea urmele a ceea ce fusese o clip? mai înainte, l?sând în urm? un pustiu de nerecunoscut?

Eram o insul? abandonat? în mijlocul oceanului, f?r? trecut È™i cu siguran?? f?r? viitor.

We tend to think of dangers and uncertainties as anomalies in the continuum of life, or irruptions of unpredictable forces into a largely predictable world. I suggest the contrary: that dangers and uncertainties are an inescapable dimension of life. In fact, as we shall come to understand, they make life matter. They define what it means to be human.

But who will be proved right? It will only be known later. Meanwhile he is bound to act on credit and sell his soul to the devil, in the hope of history's absolution.

It was quiet in the cell. Rubashov heard only the creaking of his steps on the tiles. Six and a half steps to the door, whence they must come to fetch him,six and a half steps to the window, behind which night was falling. Soon it would be over. But when he asked himself, For what actually are you dying? he found no answer.

There was no certainty; only the appeal to that mocking oracle they called History, who gave her sentence only when the jaws of the appealer had long since fallen to dust.

The fact is: I no longer believe in my infallibility. That is why I am lost.

Nu puteai fi sigur; puteai doar s? recurgi la acel oracol batjocoritor care se numeÈ™te istorie È™i care pronun?? sentinÈ›a abia dup? ce gura celui care-l consult? s-a umplut de mult cu ??rân?.

Noi toÈ›i am crezut c? istoria ar putea fi tratat? ca o experien?? de fizic?. Deosebirea este c? în fizic? poÈ›i repeta o experien?? de o mie de ori, dar în istorie o singur? dat?.[...] - ?i acum ce s? facem? întreb? Ivanov. S? st?m cu mâinile încruciÈ™ate pentru c? urm?rile unei acÈ›iuni nu pot fi pe deplin prev?zute È™i de aici rezult? c? orice acÈ›iune este d?un?toare?

There is prodigious fear in seeking loose spirits

I don't know what the future is. I don't know-what I'm supposed to want.

John – tell me, are we lost?

Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.

The job is to ask questions — it always was — and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.

You wouldn't have any idea what's going on, would you? BAYARD, shaking his head: I was walking down the street. LEBEAU: Me too. Something told me—Don't go outside today. So I went out. Weeks go by and I don't open my door. Today I go out. And I had no reason, I wasn't even going anywhere. Looks left and right to the others. To Bayard: They get picked up the same way?