537 Quotes About Uncertainty

Simon developed a keen interest in Scouts, he loved the ethos, the friendly company of the other boys.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

Life offers no security. The idea of security and certainty are a function of education and economic power. While both are important, neither can bring you Happiness. You are happy only when you are doing what you love doing. And that means you must be willing to go where Life is taking you. Uncertainty, adventure, journeying into the unknown…all these are an integral part of the process of Life!

And then I couldn't see (Banawa) any more because the plane tilted up and we flew straight into a fierce light. This must be what it's like to be reborn.First, there you are in the darkness of your mother's womb, not knowing anything and not wanting anything to change.And then suddenly you are out, naked and starving hungry in a shining new world.

Your life can change in the blink of an eye, on a calm and beautiful Midsummer night. You lose what you love while you think it is still safe beside you.

The opposite of certainty in life is called freedom. If you want to be free, you must be willing to advance your life into the uncertain.

That unknown is a diamond in a universe of dirt. Uncertainty. Unpredictability. It is when you turn your emotions into art. It is BTS and the Sistine Chapel and Rumi's poetry and Ross Geller on the stairs yelling, 'Pivot.' Every creation great and small, they are our diamonds.

Writing is no more than wending a way in an attempt to restore all of the paths that had been cut-short, headed off at the pass, de-railed, even if worded byways are more dangerous than wooded paths, even if the way of writing is ill-lit, and most of all braced by the uncertainty of solitary passage.

What’s imperceptible yet obsequiously felt is more disturbing than the gnawing presence of loneliness or pain or sorrow, a trenchant sensation of melancholy without any cause or reason, like a dark shadow that perches on the palms of one’s hand, but there’s no shadow, only the perception of an elusive memory, wafting tenderly inside the mind of a stranded soul. (— Danny Castillones Sillada, Wings of the Fog)