Quotes About Uncertainty

T]hose who are always trying to control everything and eliminate all uncertainties are miserable. For they are fighting against nature. On the other hand, those who come to accept uncertainties as inevitable live lives of peace.

Memory is a fickle thing, a flickering light in a darkroom of possibilities.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley; And leave us naught but grief and pain For promised joy.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

Forecasts are difficult to make—particularly those about the future.

And if you buy the new issue after it begins trading, usually at a higher price, you are even more certain to lose.

Ode I.11 Leucon, no one's allowed to know his fate, Not you, not me: don't ask, don't hunt for answers In tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes. This could be our last winter, it could be many More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks: Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines And forget about hope. Time goes running, even As we talk. Take the present, the future's no one's affair

It's no exaggeration to say that the undecideds could go one way or another.

Sometimes the day you long for turns as sour as month-old Yaks' milk, while the one you dread blows in with floral breath.

Between your laughter and mine Lies the shadow of the sword of change.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people, being always excited; women, wine, fame, the table, even ambition, sate now & then, but every turn of the card & cast of the dice keeps the gambler alive.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Who hasn't succumbed to a hopeless feeling more powerful than all the strength one might possibly muster, wondering how many first steps will have to be taken, how many actions performed and words spoken, how many labyrinths will have to be negotiated in order, finally, to reach the moment at which reality begins to happen.

La mera negativa era demasiado aleatoria, porque a veces la nada puede ser la respuesta acertada, y yo jamás habría dejado mi suerte en manos del azar.

Ruben Dario has said that the sorrow of the gods lies in not reaching death. As for men, if from the moment they are conscious, they could be sure of reaching death, they could be happy forever, But unfortunately, men are never sure of dying: they feel an obscure desire and a yearning to die but they always doubt that they will die. The sorrow of men, we declare, lies in never being certain of death.

What are we all waiting forgathered together like this on the public square?The Barbarians are coming today.

You can't know, you can only believe - or not.

Ends happen fast, and often arrive before you've been warned they're coming.

But the thing about maybes is that you can get lost in them and end up going nowhere.

You can fall out of your own safe life that quickly, and nothing you thought you knew will ever be the same again.

Remembering dreams is like picking up small jellyfish—they slip through your fingers—and you never know if it's a dream you had or if you added to the dream in the remembering. Sometimes it's hard to know if you're remembering a dream at all, or just a dream about remembering a dream. And if that doesn't make sense, well, neither do dreams.

The old poets knew all along: the wilderness has an awful tongue, which teaches doubt.

Am I a combination of the lives of these ancestors and do I embody these lives again? Have I lived before in the past as a specific personality, and did I progress so far in that life that I am now able to seek a solution? I do not know. Buddha left the question open, and I like to assume that he himself did not know with certainty. In the meantime it is important to ensure that I do not stand at the end with empty hands.

Anyone who takes the sure road is as good as dead.