Quotes About Uncertainty

We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the cafe curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this, with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we're frightened in the face of Doom.

We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtray, where the cafe curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this, with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we're frightened in the face of Doom.

We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the café curtains cover blank concrete.

What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.

which seemed to hover in a limbo between creation and decay...

Ako je lutao, bilo je to zato, što za neke ljude uopšte nema pravog puta. Kad bi ga pitali, šta zapravo kani postati, davao bi razli?ite odgovore, jer je obi?avao re?i ( a bio je to ve? i napisao), da nosi u sebi mogu?nosti za hiljadu na?ina života, zajedno s potajnom svesti, da su to zapravo same nemogu?nosti.

Begin all over again? It would be no good. It would all turn out the same—all happen again just as it has happened. For certain people are For certain people are bound to go astray because for them no such thing as a right way exists.

Samo ?ovjek koji se baš nimalo ne razumije u ljubavne stvari mogao bi pomisliti da su takve dvojbe nauštrb ljubavi. Dapa?e, one su joj pravi za?in. Tek one daju ljubavi žalac strasti tako da bi se strast mogla jednostavno definirati kao ljubav koja sumnja.

The power of the word, with which the cast away is cast away, pronounces the turning away from all moral uncertainty, from every sympathy with the abyss, the reneging of that phrase of compassion, that "to understand all is to forgive all", and what was beginning here was that "wonder of the reborn impartiality", which was briefly mentioned in one of the author's dialogues with not a little mystery. What strange coherence!

We are most likely to get angry and excited in our opposition to some idea when we ourselves are not quite certain of our own position, and are inwardly tempted to take the other side

Le temps n'a aucune réalité. Lorsqu'il vous paraît long, il est long, et lorsqu'il vous paraît court, il est court, mais de quelle longueur ou de quelle brièveté, c'est ce que personne ne sait.

Und das tat er oder glaubte es zun tun, oder glaubte es auch selber nicht recht, oder, noch bedenklicher, es fing an, ihm gleichgültig zu werden, ob er es tat oder nicht.

e se gli accadeva di sbagliar strada, ciò era perchè per alcuni uomini non esiste una strada giusta. A chi gli chiedeva che cosa intendesse fare nel mondo, dava risposte contraddittorie, perchè, come soleva dire (ed anche questo l'aveva già annotato)m egli portava in sè la possibilità per mille modi di esistenza, insieme alla segreta consapevolezza che, in fondo si trattava di altrettante impossibilità.

Freedom exists, and also the will exists; but the freedom of the will does not exist, for a will that aims at its own freedom aims at the unknown.

Und das tat er oder glaubte es zun tun, oder glaubte es auch selber nicht recht, oder, noch bedenklicher, es fing an, ihm gleichgültiger zu werden, ob er es tat oder nicht. (Der Zauberberg)

I was not sure where I was going, and I could not see what I would do when I got [there]. But you saw further and clearer than I, and you opened the seas before my ship, whose track led me across the waters to a place I had never dreamed of, and which you were even then preparing to be my rescue and my shelter and my home.

To place your trust in visible things is to live in despair.

Place no hope in the feeling of assurance, in spiritual comfort. You may well have to get along without this.

In one sense we are always travelling, and travelling as if we did not know where we were going. In another sense we have already arrived.

The only future we seem to walk into, in actual fact, is full of bigger and more terrible wars, wars well calculated to knock our upraised heads off those squared shoulders.

Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actuallly doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.

Questions arose. Like, what in the fuck was going on here, basically.

These times are unfriendly toward Worlds alternative to this one

Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.