Quotes About Uncertainty

He is committed to the truth. But the truth is a slippery thing, I've learned. Makes one a whole lot less resolute over the long run.

In order to be in control, you have to have a definite plan for at least a reasonable period of time. So how, may I ask, can man be in control if he can't even draw up a plan for a ridiculously short period of time, say, a thousand years, and is, moreover, unable to ensure his own safety for even the next day?

Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick! And generally he's unable to say what he's going to do this same evening.

Yes, man is mortal, but that isn't so bad. What's bad is that sometimes he's unexpectedly mortal, that's the rub. And, in general, he can't even say in the morning what he'll be doing that very same night.

Bo?e wszechmog?cy!"... - pomy?la? nerwowy jak wszyscy bufetowi Andriej Fokicz.

Yes, man is mortal, but that would still be just a minor problem. The bad thing is that he's sometimes suddenly mortal, and that's the whole point! And he can't possibly say what he's going to be doing the same evening.

I zacz?? klaska?, ale klaska? w zupe?nym osamotnieniu, jego ?miech wyra?a? pewno?? siebie, ale w oczach nie mia? te pewno?ci za grosz, patrzy?y one raczej b?agalnie.

Tego jeszcze brakowaÅ'o!" - i od tej chwili myÅ›li Stiopy pobiegÅ'y dwutorowo, ale, jak to siÄ™ zwykle dzieje w chwili katastrofy, w jednym kierunku i w ogóle diabli wiedzÄ… dokÄ…d.

Jak to si? mog?o sta?? - machinalnie zapyta?a Ma?gorzata, wspominaj?c jednocze?nie szepty w trolejbusie. -A diabli wiedz? jak! - nonszalancko odpowiedzia? rudy.

Allow me to ask you, then, how man can govern if he cannot plan for even so ridiculously short a span as a thousand years or so, if, in fact, he cannot guarantee his own next day?

Usted no es Dostoyevski —dijo la ciudadana, desconcertada, dirigiéndose a Koróviev. —¿Quién sabe?, ¿quién sabe? —contestó él. —Dostoievski ha muerto —dijo la ciudadana, pero no muy convencida. —¡Protesto! —exclamó Popota con calor—. ¡Dostoievski es inmortal!

Who is official and who is unofficial these days? It all depends on your point of view. It's all so vague and changeable, Nikanor Ivanovich. Today I'm unofficial, tomorrow, hey presto! I'm official! Or maybe vice-versa – who knows?

Da, ?ovjek je smrtan, ali to bi bilo tek pola nevolje. Zlo je u tome što je nejgova smrt katkada posve iznenadna, eto u ?emu je trik! I op?enito, on ne može re?i ?ak ni što ?e raditi danas nave?er.

Permita-me perguntar: como o homem poderia governar se ele não apenas está privado da possibilidade de elaborar um plano para um período de tempo ridiculamente curto, como, digamos, mil anos, mas nem consegue responder pelo dia de amanhã?

And, maybe, I will die tomorrow! . . . And not one being on this earth will have ever understood me totally. Some thought of me as worse, some as better, than I actually am . . . Some will say "he was a good fellow," others will say I was a swine. Both one and the other would be wrong. Given this, does it seem worth the effort to live? And yet, you live, out of curiosity, always wanting something new . . . Amusing and vexing!

He turned away and offered his hand in parting. She didn't take it or say anything. But from where I was behind the door I could see her face through the crack. I pitied her to see how deathly pale that sweet little face had gone. Hearing no answer, Pechorin took a few steps towards the door. He was trembling, and I might say I think he was fit to do what he'd threatened as a joke. That's the sort of man he was, there was no knowing him.

avanço sempre mais decidido quando não sei o que me espera

Human life occurs only once, and the reason we cannot determine which of our decisions are good and which bad is that in a given situation we can make only one decision; we are not granted a second, third, or fourth life in which to compare various decisions.

The greater the ambiguity, the greater the pleasure.

To die; to decide to die; that's much easier for an adolescent than for an adult. What? Doesn't death strip an adolescent of a far larger portion of future? Certainly it does, but for a young person, the future is a remote, abstract, unreal thing he doesn't really believe in.

Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.

He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted was actually quite natural. We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can never compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

In that etymological light nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you. My country is far away, and I don't know what is happening there.