Quotes About Uncertainty

When you don't have a next place to go, time slows down enormously.

From Stephanie To Rosie Subject Re: Life Well, isn't that one thing you're all the wiser for? Age has taught you something. That nobody knows what's going on.

But more often than not, the easy decisions are the wrong decisions, and sometimes we feel like we're going backward when we're actually moving forward.

The stress of it all. How the hell are we expected at the age of sixteen (and seventeen, in your case) to decide what we want to do for the rest of our lives? Right now all I want to do is get out of school, not start planning to get into another one. You're lucky you've always known what you want to do.

My eyes move from side to side. I try to focus but I can't. I know why I'm here and I don't know why I'm here. I understand, and then I don't. I think it's fair, and then I don't. I wish I'd never done what I did, and then I'm glad I did. I want to scream, but I don't.

Ruby: Oh Rosie Dunne, expect the unexpected for once. Maybe this time you won't get such a shock when things don't go your way.

Hence all thoughts about myself now begin with Perhaps... because I'm having to think about myself in ways I never did before and I'm not sure if I'm right in my thinking about those things.

To quote one of the most beautiful sentences that was ever said to me, I don't love you. He smiled, and feeling encouraged, I continued. But I think that I easily could, and that I probably very quickly will, though I can't promise anything. It could all very possibly end in years.

You see, I never knew what I wanted to be -- I still don;t know. All I knew was that I was supposed to get married and have babies just like my mother did and my sisters did. I wanted to do that. I met your father and I was his wife, that is who I was. Then I had my children. And then I was a mother. That's who I was. A wife and a mother but I don't know if I was or if I am of any real value. You and the boys are all grown up, so what I am now?

I try to focus, but I can't. I know why I'm here, and then I don't know why I'm here. I understand, then I don't. I think it's fair, and then I don't. I wish I'd never done what I'd done, and then I'm glad I did.

I didn't know what else to do. I don't have anywhere else to go, I can't go back. I'm trying to move forward all the time but I'm grasping at everything and can't catch on to anything.

The realisation hits me like a ton of bricks and I can't seem to catch my breath. I couldn't tell anybody my dreams if they asked me right now, nor my hopes and desires. If I was asked to put a plan into action, I wouldn't know where to start. I feel utterly lost.

I know it's scary, changes can be scary.

Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you're lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction.

She was afraid to be alone. She didn't know what to do; she couldn't spend another moment thinking about this, beating herself up about it, but she didn't feel it was right not to either.

I'm not really sure why I'm here. You see, everyone has a purpose, they're all going somewhere or doing something. I really have no idea why I'm here.

Life is funny isn't it? Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you're lost. It is easy to lose your way, to lose direction.

That's what I mean, Kyle said. You know, a date, but the find-out-whether-there-will-be-a-second-date kind of date, rather than the already-committed-to-giving-a-relationship-a-try kind of date.

which may probably come to pass)

When the alternative is possible disaster, a man must gamble.

What's next from you? Paintingwise, I mean." "I don't know. I'm between things now." "Dawn between things or dusk between things?" "I don't know that, either.

Is it better for man to live with uncertainty? Is the answer of Freud an answer? We should simply learn to accept our position as strange sick creatures? Is the answer of Nietzsche an answer? We should learn to live gladly as guests in a murderous but fascinating world that cares nothing about our presence?

How can we expect to know everything about God? He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. I call that ambiguity, I said. Riddles, puzzles, double meanings, lost possibilities, the dark side to the light, the light side to the darkness, different perspectives on the same thing. Nothing in this whole world has only one side to it. Everything is like a kaleidoscope. That's what I'm trying to capture in my art. That's what I mean by ambiguity.

Because if you imagine yourself truly alone, islanded off from everybody else, you end up facing, whether you want to or not, a lot of gnarly, unsettling questions.