Quotes About Uncertainty

There's no certainty in this, Baruk. That seems a fact particularly galling to you humans.

Look at these bones we step over. We go as far as we can go, and then we stop. And that is how it is. That is all it is. So…now what?

Because they imply a unity that does not exist. Only rarely does a life have a theme, and even then such themes exist in confusion and uncertainty, and are only described by others once that life has come to an end. A tale is the binding of themes to a past, because no tale can be told as it is happening.

The manner in which we gamble defines the stakes. Win or lose, it shall be absolute.' The

our greatest enemies are those who are without certainty. The ones with questions, the ones who regard our tidy answers with unquenchable scepticism. Those questions assail us, undermine us. They…agitate. Understand, these dangerous citizens understand that nothing is simple; their stance is the very opposite of naivety. They are humbled by the ambivalence to which they are witness, and they defy our simple, comforting assertions of clarity, of a black and white world.

If we are to live, we must take risks. Else our lives become deaths in all but name.

Worse, this vast sense of loss … without the ability to trust – anyone. Without that, what do I see in the life awaiting me? Naught but solitude, and thus, nothing of value.

Aye, Master. Only, how do we know where that dhenrabi might take us?" "Oh, we know that, most certainly. Why, the dhenrabi breeding beds, of course." "Oh.

The laws are not what they seem. Order is an illusion. It hides its lies in your very eyes, deceiving all they see. Because to see is to change that which is seen. No, none of us will ever see true. We cannot. It is impossible. I give you a life without answers, my children.

And out there, in that unending cavalcade of danger, I intend to enjoy myself.

We don't even know where we are. What realm is this? What world lies beyond this forest? Cousin, we have nowhere else to go.' 'Nowhere, and anywhere. In the circumstances, Nimander, the former leads to the latter, like reaching a door everyone believes barred, locked tight, and lo, it opens wide at the touch. Nowhere and anywhere are states of mind.

Then we're all restless, Withal, because at the very heart, none of us know where we came from. Or where we're going.

Expectation is the hoary curse of humanity.

No matter how bad things can appear to be, they can always get worse. Such is life.

No one could claim that Preda Norlo Trumb was the most perceptive of individuals, and the half-dozen Letherii guards under his command, who stood in a twitching clump behind the Preda, were now faced with the very real possibility that Trumb's stupidity was going to cost them their lives.

Skintick could not find himself in that future. He did not expect to complete this journey. He was not sure he even wanted to.

I think I am dead. Am I? Am I dead?" "I don't know. But... I think so." "The dead, it is said, do not sleep." Coll knew the saying, and knew that it had originally come from Hood's own temple. He knew, as well, the wry observation that closed the quote. "'While the living do not live'. Not that that makes much sense." "It does to me. For I now know that I have lost what I did not know I once possessed.

I pray that doubt comes to you, that it tempers you with its wisdom. Those heroes in our legends, Karsa Orlong, they were terrible, they were monsters, for they were strangers to uncertainty

She had trapped him in this role – using the fact of his adoration, his love for her – and he was no longer certain that his love could survive such abuse.

As much as it grieves me to say, there are times when getting what one wants yields nothing but confusion. It turns out that what one wants is in fact not at all what one wants. Worse is when you simply don't know what you want. You'd think death would discard such trials. If only it did.

Udinaas had known many for whom certainty was a god, the only god, no matter the cast of its features. And he had seen the manner in which such belief made the world simple, where all was divisible by the sharp cleaving of cold judgement, after which no mending was possible. He had seen such certainty, yet had never shared it.

The end,' Senior Assessor said, 'is never what you imagine. Be comforted by that, my friends.

Everything was about not-knowing, the whole future, and who could even make sense enough of the past to think they really knew everything and so, knowing everything, know everything to come?

The sorrow in his soul had begun to taste sour. Aged and dissolute, moments from crumbling. He did not know what would come in its wake. Resignation, as might find a fatally ill man in his last days? Or just an exultant eagerness to see it all end? At the moment, even despair seemed too much effort.