Quotes About Uncertainty

Nl homin certum est. (Ovid

Hom semper aliud, fortna aliud cgitat.

I don't know what I'd been expecting. You know how you let yourself think that everything will be all right if you can only get to a certain place or do a certain thing. But when you get there you find it's not that simple.

It's the place that worries you, said Hazel. I don't like it myself, but it won't go on forever.

back to the hollow in the middle of the field. As he waited, Hazel realized more fully than ever how dangerous was their position, without holes, wandering in country they did not know.

Although there was no enemy or danger to be perceived, they felt the apprehension and doubt of those who have come unaware upon some awe-inspiring place where they themselves are paltry fellows of no account.

It's like a great mist of folly that covers the whole sky: and we shall never see to go by Frith's light any more. Oh, what will become of us? A thing can be true and still be desperate folly, Hazel.

How was one to foresee and guard against everything?

Each age has different tensions and terrors, but they open on the same abyss.

It must happen to us all…We pack up what we've learned so far and leave the familiar behind. No fun, that shearing separation, but somewhere within, we must dimly know that saying goodbye to safety brings the only security we'll ever know.

Everything above may be wrong!

Every choice is made in the uncaring blind, no guarantees from the world around us.

What would our lives be like without tests, odds against us, adventure, risk?

Everything in this book may be wrong

Bu kitaptaki her ?ey yanl?? olabilir.

There's no way to tell bad news from good as it's happening. We'll find out which the moment we realize, long-term, it's all good.

In the long run Gary will almost certainly talk, but Johnny Marinville has never been less concerned with the long run in his whole life.

He's going to die, isn't he? Stebbins said. Sure, McVies answered. They've all been dying, didn't you know?

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said

Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a capsule between amnesias.

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen.

I wonder what in the hell I was thinking about?' he said aloud to himself. 'I wonder if I'm losing my mind?' That was like a duck wondering why it flies south in the autumn or an old camel noticing one day that he has a hump on his back.

The truth is, we don't know what's going to happen—we just think we do. Often we make a big deal out of something. We blow up scenarios in our minds about all the terrible things that are going to happen. Most of the time we are wrong. If we keep our cool and stay open to possibilities, we can be reasonably certain that, eventually, all will be well. Remember: maybe so, maybe not.

Chance is just a word expressing ignorance