Quotes About Uncertainty

Probably. Again with the probablys. A world full of probablys, she said.

Life: I'll never understand it.

I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

You're optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

I sometimes think that people's hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what's at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while. Its only confusing if you believe it has to make sense.

How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy.

As I gazed at my reflection I wondered, Where am I headed? Before that, though, the question was Where have I come to? Where is this place? No, before that even I needed to ask, Who the hell am I?

But knowing what I don't want to do doesn't help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don't have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That's my problem now. I can't find the image.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That's life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what's going on.

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows—maybe even tomorrow.

My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. "Hold tight," I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

You are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first.

You're here," I continued. "At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you've hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

When you're surrounded by endless possibilities, one of the hardest things you can do is pass them up.

Life is like a box of cookies.

Had I done the right thing by not telling her? Maybe not. Who on earth wanted the right thing anyway? Yet what meaning could there be if nothing was right? If nothing was fair? Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase.

The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.

If I had to say anything it'd be this: Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?

Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.

I couldn't be sure if I had moved forward or fallen behind, or if I was just circling over the same spot.