Quotes About Unknown

If he's not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets—

You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.

El corazón de las personas es como un pozo muy profundo. Nadie sabe lo que hay en el fondo. Sólo podemos imaginárnoslo mirando la forma de las cosas que, de vez en cuando, suben a la superficie.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

You have to wait for tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.

Probably is a world you my find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen.

In truly deep darkness, all kinds of strange things were possible.

It was nothing but a hole, a mouth open wide. You could lean over the edge and peer down to see nothing. All I knew about the well was its frightening depth. It was deep beyond measuring, and crammed full of darkness, as if all the world's darkness had been boiled down to their ultimate density.

All I wanted was to put myself to sleep in towns I didn't know.

That was perhaps a definition of innocence: not knowing what one was capable of.

Im Kopfe trage ich Bijouterien, Der Zukunft Krondiamanten, Die Tempelkleinodien des neuen Gotts, Des grossen Unbekannten.

Besides, ghost-stories are even more blood-curdling if you are reading them on a journey, especially at night, in a town, in a house, in a room where you have never been before. How many horrific events may already have taken place on the very spot where you are lying?—that is what you cannot help wondering.

Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark.

So, you know, when I think of survival as a creative act, it's not trying to plaster over the isolation or to, you know, rewrite your predicament into something positive with a happy ending or some kind of neat resolution. It's writing into the unknown.

How thin and insecure is that little beach of white sand we call consciousness. I've always known that in my writing it is the dark troubled sea of which I know nothing, save its presence, that carried me. I've always felt that creating was a fearless and a timid, a despairing and hopeful, launching out into that unknown.

Everything changes with time. You can't predict where you're gonna be next year; you have no idea, you know what I mean?

The heart has a yearning for the unknown, a longing to penetrate the deep shadow and the winding glade, where, as it seems, no human foot has been.

I believe that there are definitely creatures out there in this world that we haven't classified yet, and whether or not they can transcend dimensions is yet to be seen, but I... well, to put it simply, I want to believe in that kind of stuff.

I wonder — this feeling of insecurity, of vulnerability, of having the carpet pulled out from under one's feet, this fear in the face of the desired but unknown — is this the price that we have to pay to reach towards a future that is constantly escaping us?

Now it is time that we are going, I to die and you to live; but which of us has the happier prospect is unknown to anyone but God

SALVAGE To leave behind An outline, which then Becomes form. Held up, It is called beauty For the ability to contain What we did not know We wanted to know.