Quotes About Uncertainty

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Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?

Alguien definió a la aventura —dijo siguiendo su propio hilo— como la situación ideal en la que nunca hay que parar para ir a comer, ir a cagar o a trabajar para ganar ese dinero que le permite al héroe pagar siempre el taxi con la guita justa...

No expectations mean there is no risk of disappointment.

One hesitates to open a new chapter when the old one is not resolved.

We always think we know what we want: when in truth there is nothing we are less likely to know.

Curious creatures we mortals are-how we do not know what we want, or how to get it if we do.

Imagination shrinks from the consequences.

There was something in front of her, perhaps happiness: Mary hesitated, like someone in a fairy-tale being offered a tempting dish that might be poisoned. Was that it? Again she didn't know. She disapproved of fairy-tale. They were not rational.

I do not know where my life has gone.

Another feature we lose in going from logic to uncertainty is incrementality.

To show what is still needed, let us examine how an ideal system might reason about the burglar alarm situation of Figure 1.2. Upon receiving the phone call from your neighbor, only the burglary hypothesis is triggered; your decision whether to drive home or stay at work is made solely on the basis of the parameter P(False alarm), which summarizes all other (unexplicated) causes for an alarm sound. After a moment's reflection, the possibility of an April Fools' Day joke may

Suddenly, the window swung open and a man's silhouette appeared against a flash of lightning. The candle was blown out by the wind, leaving the room in semidarkness. Elizabeth blinked, not certain if she had really seen the man or not. "Is someone there?" "Eliz-a-beth." A shadow detached itself from the darkness and moved toward her. Her heartbeat quickened. "Cain?" "I told you I would come for you, Eliz-a-beth.

As far as my own sexual orientation, I'm only seventeen years old and as of right now, I'm straight, but who knows what's to come?

There was only this, the past that you carried in your memory, and the present, which was undecipherable, and the unknowable future, which might already be inside you, leaking out in unreadable script but which you could never in a million years guess.

And what about tomorrow then? And all the tomorrows to come? Why can't we talk about it? Why can't we ever talk about it?

If we wait until life is in order before making our decision, we'll never make any

believe. Besides, the weather could

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

It is true love because when he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street, I always hope he's dead.

truth he had had his doubts about

Things change…things happen…things you can't even imagine when you're young and full of hope.

Suddenly question number four popped into my mind. Have you thought about how this relationship will end?

Faith seems to grab people and not let go, but hope is a double-crosser. It can beat it on you anytime; it's your job to dig in your heels and hang on. Must be nice to have hope in your pocket, like loose change you could jingle through your fingers.