Quotes About Uncertainty

Mówiono mi ju?, ?e zawsze spoglÄ…dam w czarne podbrzusze dnia jutrzejszego. By? mo?e. W ten sposób jest siÄ™ mniej nara?onym na rozczarowania.

Things will never stay the same. The only one sure thing is change. That's why there's always tomorrow.

Was I thinking that everything would turn out all right in the long run? That it was the fair thing to happen, that it was due me? That things could go wrong only to a point? Some atheist with such beliefs!

Your jokes aren't even funny. What is this thing, anyway?' 'That's the beauty of it!' Oliver crows. 'It's nothing?just some piece of junk from he supply closet. But you're freaking out because it could be anything.' 'Which it isn't,' I remind him. 'Exactly! The nothing becomes something because of how you react to it!

That was when I started to worry about what was going to happen to me.

Hard experience had taught her that the biggest danger often lay in those factors that could not be prepared for.

Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

That my plans have lately gone somewhat awry is the sort of risk one must take if life is to be superb.

I am alone in my study. I have already put away Julian's papers. The thing is finished. The world Julian wanted to preserve and restore is gone... but I shall not write forever, for who can know the future? Meanwhile, the barbarians are at the gate. Yet when they breach the wall, they will find nothing of value to seize, only empty relics. The spirit of what we were has fled. So be it.

A scientist can hardly encounter anything more desirable than, just as a work is completed, to have its foundation give way.

A secure future seemed mapped out for me. Too secure, too mapped out. If I carried on in medicine, I realized I'd have a pretty good idea exactly what I'd be doing ten, twenty and even thirty years from that moment. It struck me like a halibut from the North Sea that that was not the way my life should go at all. What was the point of working on through the age of sixty-five and taking a chance on a better reincarnation next time?

Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.

They haven't left us much to believe in, have they?--even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home or vaguer than a human being.

As long as nothing happens anything is possible...

The more bare a life is, the more we fear change.

So one always starts a journey in a strange land -- taking too many precautions, until one tires of the exertion and abandons care in the worst spot of all.

The more unstable life is the less one likes the small details to alter.

I was afraid of burglars and Indian thugs and snakes and fires and Jack the Ripper, when I should have been afraid of thirty years in a bank and a take-over bid and a premature retirement and the Deuil du Roy Albert.

I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

And how is Uncle Edward? or is he dead? I've reached the time of life when relatives die unnoticed.

We didn't want to be reminded of how little we counted, how quickly, simply, and anonymously death came. Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

Don't you believe it. I'll tell you what life is. It's gaol, it's not knowing where to get some money. Worms and cataract, cancer. You hear 'em shrieking from the upper windows- children being born. It's dying slowly.

Everyday life seems so permanent and unshakable?but, as I was reminded by these writers, it can be destroyed by a single phone call.

He had received already a larger dose of life than he had bargained for, and he was scared.