Quotes About Uncertainty

In an ecology of love, people can relate in trust and face the future without fear. They do not need to play it safe. They can take uncertainty in their stride.

We are biological creatures. We are born, we live, we die. There is no transcendent purpose to existence. At best we are creatures of reason, and by using reason we can cure ourselves of emotional excess. Purged of both hope and fear, we find courage in the face of helplessness, insignificance and uncertainty.

Faith is not certainty. It is the courage to live with uncertainty.

Abraham's hopes and fears are ours.

I am not sure," he said to the moon and the sea and his cigarette, "I am not at all sure how much I can take of this.

Here we go," the Skull sighed. "Cue crisis!

I opened my mouth to speak – but before I could do so, the ghost gave its response. It was brief, pungent, and to the point. I passed it on. Lockwood started. 'Charming! Hold on – was that from you or the ghost?' 'The ghost, of course.' George whistled. 'I'm not sure I should write that down.

Doubts, like ghosts, gain strength in darkness; even with the dawn I wasn't sure I'd done the right thing.

Yes, all the inhabitants of the store had left. But that didn't mean we were alone.

What I mean is, we're not necessarily going to run into trouble here. Despite its history of violent death.

What do you think? Is the middle way a trifle wider?" "I was going to suggest right." "Let's go left, then. We've both got a terrible record at this sort of thing. We're almost certainly both wrong.

Can you define 'plan' as a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance? If so, then it was a very good plan.

Can you define "plan" as "a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures, held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance"? If so, it was a very good plan.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

Whatever the opposite of a plan is, that's what I've got.

You can sit up here, feeling above it all while knowing you're not, coming to the lonely conclusion that the only thing you can ever really know about anyone is that you don't know anything about them at all.

Do you believe in God?" "Not really," he said. "No." "Then why do we come here?" He sucked thoughtfully on his Tums tablet and put his arm around me, draping me under his musty woolen prayer shawl, and then shrugged. "I've been wrong before," he said.

coming to the lonely conclusion that the only thing you can ever really know about anyone is that you don't know anything about them at all.

It's life, that's all. There are no happy endings, just happy days, happy moments. The only real ending is death, and trust me, no one dies happy. And the price of not dying is that things change all the time, and the only thing you can count on is that there's not a thing you can do about it.

But the truth is always a lot fuzzier, hiding in soft focus on the periphery.

I whispered to Dad during Rosh Hashanah services, "Do you believe in God?" "Not really," he said. "No." "Then why do we come here?" He sucked thoughfully on his Tums tablet and put his arm around me, draping me under his musty woolen prayer shawl, and then shrugged. "I've been wrong before," he said. And that pretty much summed up what theology there was to find in the Foxman home.

A lot can go wrong in twelve hours.

I don't have a career, I don't have a family, and I don't know what to do next. I've been so determined to escape anything permanent, and now I just feel like I'm nowhere. And what if that's the permanent thing by default?

If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, we'd never leave our bedrooms.