Quotes About Uncertainty

about to find out which way my life was about to go next.

It was weird. Just a few weeks away from home could rub the familiarity right off someone. I felt like she was on the path to being someone I wasn't quite sure of. I felt, weirdly, as if I were being left behind.

I keep saying the words. Sometimes I think I dreamed it.

I want to tell him that I don't know what I feel. I want him but I'm frightened to want him. I don't want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's, to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control. His

but as for anything else, I wasn't sure I was made of the right ingredients.

I stared at the folder in front of me. It felt like I was about to sit an exam I hadn't prepared for.

It felt like I was living a life I hadn't had a chance to anticipate.

I loved a man who had opened up a world to me but hadn't loved me enough to stay in it. And now I was too afraid to love a man who might love me, in case . . . In case what?

the hell? I thought. My life is no more mixed

Das ist das Leben. Wir wissen nicht, was passieren wird. Und deswegen müssen wir unsere Chancen wahrnehmen, solange wir es können.

Now it feels like living with her is a series of small explosions, like he never knows what is coming next.

Map out your future - but do it in pencil. The road ahead is as long as you make it. Make it worth the trip.

I think the thing to remember, though, the next time you hear someone who is really certain that he is on the side of the angels, is that the idea of angels was created by human beings, who are famous for being frequently untrustworthy and occasional.

The Grum's Ledger is a tale of regret. In real life, there was no happy ending. Alexander Grum died alone because he was afraid to seize love and risk and all the unknowns that go with it. He chose certainty- and it was his ruin.

I guess this is a prayer to the unsettled arc of mortality, the hoist and shuffle of this uncertain moment, our lives like bulbs flaring and going out as the city's seven million souls--ah, but that's another argument--click out their bedside lamps and curl toward whatever approximation of warmth they have found, while the music plays on in the streets below, the neon humming, the ambulances wailing the sudden shocked song of the living.

The intolerance of uncertainty and ignorance flows not only from pridefulness, but from a universal human desire to find meanings and patterns everywhere. The mind abhors a vacuum.

as to describe the impact of Francis on his era this way: " [His life] closed the reign of Byzantine art and of the thought of which it was the image. It is the end of dogmatism and authority. Uncertainty became permissible in some small measure. It marks a date in the history of the human conscience."3

And I say too much of what, he says too much of everything, too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and I don't know where to begin but I want to try.

The older you get, the more questions you get asked, and the more weary you become of answering the questions and the more elusive the answers--any answer, every answer--seem. --Maureen O'Toople in the short story "Your Question for Author Here

Now, however, my skepticism was weaving around loose and uncontrolled in my brain ready to get settled in.

I assume everything I do in life is gonna be a failure, and then if it turns up roses, then I'm psyched.

Mano gyvenimas yra šakotas, chaotiškas, ir be plano. Visi planuotojai nuved? pasaul? labai blogais keliais.

Aš neabejoju nei pradžia, nei pabaiga. Tiktai nežinau, kur esu.

My own story isn't typical, because none is. Every patient reacts a little differently, both biologically and psychologically. The only constant in cancer is inconstancy; the only certainty is a future of uncertainty, a truism for all of modern life but one made vivid by life-threatening illness.