Welcome to our collection of quotes on Uncertainty. In life, uncertainty is an ever-present reality that often challenges us and forces us to navigate through unfamiliar territories. It is a feeling that can evoke both fear and excitement, as it brings with it a sense of unpredictability and the unknown.
This page is dedicated to exploring the various facets of uncertainty and the different ways individuals have grappled with it. Here, you will find a curated selection of quotes that touch upon the complexities, anxieties, and opportunities that uncertainty presents.
Uncertainty can be found in every aspect of our lives – from relationships and careers to personal growth and decision-making. It is a reminder that life is not always neat and straightforward, but rather a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns. As you peruse these quotes, you may find solace in knowing that you are not alone in navigating the maze of uncertainty. Many great minds have wrestled with these same feelings and have shared their wisdom and insights.
Whether you are seeking guidance, inspiration, or simply a different perspective, we hope that these quotes will provide you with encouragement and help you embrace the uncertainties that life presents. So, take a moment to reflect, ponder, and perhaps even find comfort in the words you discover here. After all, uncertainty is not solely a source of unease; it can also be a catalyst for growth, resilience, and new beginnings.
But I have never had the privilege of unhappiness in Happy Valley. California is about the good life. So a bad life there seems so much worse than a bad life anywhere else. Quality is an obsession there—good food, good wine, good movies, music, weather, cars. Those sound like the right things to shoot for, but the never-ending quality quest is a lot of pressure when you’re uncertain and disorganized and, not least, broker than broke. Some afternoons a person just wants to rent Die Hard, close the curtains, and have Cheerios for lunch.
Each must act as he thinks best; and if he is wrong, so much the worse for him. We stand on a mountain pass in the midst of whirling snow and blinding mist through which we get glimpses now and then of paths which may be deceptive. If we stand still we shall be frozen to death. If we take the wrong road we shall be dashed to pieces. We do not certainly know whether there is any right one. What must we do? Be strong and of a good courage. Act for the best, hope for the best, and take what comes. . . . If death ends all, we cannot meet death better.
I don't know where the hell I'll be in 5 years. Maybe I'll be producing movies maybe I'll be on a corner selling apples. I don't know, but I'm having a hell of a lot of fun.
I wonder if I'm being paranoid. I tell myself I'm not, and then ask myself how I can be so sure? I don't know the answer, so I go back to wondering if I am.
The fear of failing... not quite the fear of failing, but the uncertainty of whether you are going to perform or not, is there every single game I have played in my life. It will always be there.
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
There is a period near the beginning of every man's life when he has little to cling to except his unmanageable dream, little to support him except good health, and nowhere to go but all over the place.
There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it.
I do what I want to do. It was a brash statement of(her)girlhood. Now she was an adult, the boast seemed quaint. For rarely do you know what you want. Even after you've done it you can't say clearly if that was what you'd wanted or just something that happened to you, like weather.
I hardly know what I'm going to write - an article, a story, a poem in free verse - or in some regular form. I only know that when I have the first sentence. And when the first sentence makes a kind of pattern, then I find out the kind of rhythm I'm looking for.