Quotes About Uncertainty

Nes juk gal? gale gyvenimas yra ne tai, k? mes darome, o tik laukimas kažko kito, ir mirtis yra tai, kuo galime be dvejoni? pasikliauti.

I remain your pledged man, Tark avowed, touching a fist to his chest. What are your orders? Jason turned to the stocky musician. Do your best to help Galloran win this war. I swear it. And keep an eye on Rachel. See if you can get her to stop telling me she's going to see me again. I think she's jinxing us. Rachel punched Jason's arm. Tark eyed Rachel uncertainly. She saw a hint of disapproval in his gaze, along with a little wariness. Jason smiled. That's assault. Tark, take her out.

Nothing is certain. Many ways lead to destruction. You will be tested beyond your capacity to endure. Should you survive the trials ahead, you will be a husband without a wife, a father without a son, a hero without a quest, and a king without a country. But take heart. Some must lose the way to find it. Some must be empty before they are full, weak before they are strong, and blind before they can see.

I've learned the hard way that life doesn't always follow the plan

Algunas veces es mejor no saber.

Nobody really knows what life is about. We're all just trying to make sense of something that doesn't make much sense.

I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

when I look over at Luis in one brief flashing moment his head looks like a talking vagina and it scares the bejesus out of me...

And later when we got into the car, he took a turn down a street that I was pretty sure was a dead end. Where are we going? I asked. I don't know he said just driving. But this road doesn't go anywhere I told him. That doesn't matter. What does? I asked, after a little while. Just that we're on it, dude. He said.

Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?

This isn't a script, Julian says. It's not going to add up. Not everything's going to come together in the third act.

I want to go back, Daniel says, quietly, with effort. Where? I ask, unsure. There's a long pause that kind of freaks me out and Daniel finishes his drink and fingers the sunglasses he's still wearing and says, I don't know. Just back.

where are we going?' I asked. 'I don't know,' he said. 'just driving.' 'But this road doesn't go anywhere,' I told him. 'That doesn't matter.' 'What does?' I asked, after a little while. 'Just that we're on it, dude,' he said.

What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.

Looking at Tim, one cannot help feeling great waves of uncertainty, an absence of aim, of purpose, as if he is a person who simply doesn't matter.

and just as the table is about to finally ignore him, to look away and start eating, he sits up and loudly says, pointing an accusing finger at his plate, "It moved!" Timothy glares at him with a contempt so total that I can't fully equal it but I muster enough energy to come close.

Who Dunnit?' profoundly expresses the theme of confusion against a funky groove, and what makes this song so exciting is that it ends with its narrator never finding anything out at all.

I realize I have nothing to say to Trent Burroughs as I tell him, "I've been in New York the last four months." New Age Christmas music fails to warm up the chilly vibe. I'm suddenly unsure about everything.

It's really weird and I'm experiencing a spontaneous kind of internal sensation, I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

Life is full of endless possibilities." I tried valiantly not to choke on the beer nuts I was chewing while she gushed this kidney stone of wisdom

So…" Kimball looks at his book helplessly. "There's nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?" "Well." I sigh. "He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess." Really stumped, I offer, "He… ate a balanced diet.

Siempre existe la posibilidad de que ocurra algo aterrador, y normalmente ocurre.

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

It was clear that this had not been my best term; it was clear that I was losing it.