Uncertainty Quotes

When ''night, Mother' opened, I did not know how long it would be before I would have another show on Broadway.

You say this victory is dangerous. I say that today no one can yet tell if it's dangerous, that today I don't see the risks you mention. If, however, those risks should become reality...I'll act in accordance with the new reality.

In a world of infinite choice people are struggling to figure out what to do.

All that I know is nothing - I'm not even sure of that.

For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.

No one knows whether death is really the greatest blessing a man can have, but they fear it is the greatest curse, as if they knew well.

It is often necessary to make a decision on the basis of knowledge sufficient for action but insufficient to satisfy the intellect.

There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.

You can always speak with great authority on how well you played today, but never on how you'll play tomorrow.

The quality of your life is directly related to how much uncertainty you can comfortably handle.

Every human being is tried this way in the active service of expectancy. Now comes the fulfillment and relieves him, but soon he is again placed on reconnaissance for expectancy; then he is again relieved, but as long as there is any future for him, he has not yet finished his service. And while human life goes on this way in very diverse expectancy, expecting very different things according to different times and occasions and in different frames of mind, all life is again one nightwatch of expectancy.

If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don’t admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange one; and as the current answers don’t do, one has to grope for a new one, and the process of discarding the old, when one is by no means certain what to put in their place, is a sad one.

To be uncertain is to be uncomfortable, but to be certain is to be ridiculous.

Neither the depth of despondency nor the height of euphoria tells you how long either will last.

The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he dies blind.

I think at times of significant stress people are going to be looking for something and they don't always know exactly what it is that they're looking for and they may opt for change even if they're not entirely confident what that change will bring.

I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.

Nature's never quiteSure she hasn't erredIn her vague design.

We are like boxers, one never knows how much longer one has

Can any one find in what condition his body will be, I do not say a year hence, but this evening?

The game of life does not proceed like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes they make five, or minus four, and sometimes the blackboard topples over in the middle of the sum and the pedagogue is left with a black eye.

In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.

Change is always tough. Even for those who see themselves as agents of change, the process of starting a new thing can cause times of disorientation, uncertainty and insecurity.

He was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation or something I do not know.

How can we be answerable for what we shall want in the future, since we have no clear idea of what we want now?

No one from the beginning of time has had security.

Medicine is a collection of uncertain prescriptions, the results of which, taken collectively, are more fatal than useful to mankind.

I have no talent for certainty.

if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him. If she can hesitate as to `Yes,' she ought to say `No' directly. It is not a state to be safely entered into with doubtful feelings, with half a heart.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

How about we just see where life takes us for awhile?

The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.

Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?--startling, unexpected, unknown?

People live for the morrow, because the day-after-to-morrow is doubtful.

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?

The more you know, the less sure you are.

It is not given to human beings, happily for them, for otherwise life would be intolerable, to foresee or to predict to any large extent the unfolding course of events.

I can't speak for the future. I have no crystal ball.

The more I see the less I know for sure.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Well, my head's full of questions My temp'rature's risin' fast Well, I'm lookin' for some answers But I don't know who to ask

Everybody wants to make something they think is a surefire winner, though nobody knows what a surefire winner is, in my opinion.

Trying to predict the future is like trying to drive down a country road at night with no lights while looking out the back window.

She'd preferred the uncertainty, if only because it allowed her to remember him the way he used to be. Sometimes, though, she wondered what he felt when he thought of that year they spent together, or if he ever marveled at what they'd shared, or even whether he thought of her at all.

I don't know, and I would rather not guess.

There's no point in making predictions. It's not worth speculating because nothing is set in stone and things change all the time in football. Today there are opportunities that no one knows if they will come round again in the future.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. but mostly they're darked. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

As you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life. It means fear is no longer a dominant factor in what you do and no longer prevents you from taking action to initiate change.

Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.

We are not certain, we are never certain.

I don't know what I'm going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can't see around the bend and you don't know where you are going to go, which is fun.

I shall never fear or avoid things of which I do not know.

The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

But since the affairs of men rests still incertain,Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.

Art is a leap into the dark.

There is no security in following the call to adventure.