Ruth Westheimer Quotes

No one will ever know the complete truth.

Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know.

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

People can't really place me. They're not really sure who I am.

Man lives in a world of surmise, of mystery, of uncertainties.

At this stage of the game, I am not sure what the hell is going to happen.

It's often said that life is strange. But compared to what?

I don't know what 'normal' means, anyway.

I used to think that everything was just being funny but now I don't know. I mean, how can you tell?

There can be an easy way to interpret things some times and it seems like maybe I'm on the wrong side of those interpretations a lot of those times.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

We wake sleeping, and sleep waking. I do not see so clearly in my sleep; but as to my being awake, I never found it clear enough and free from clouds.

I don't think things are ever exactly the way one expects, and I don't think things are ever the way one assumes they are at the moment. What I actually think is that one has no idea of what things are like, ever.

Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamplight. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.

Whatever the future holds I'm not really sure.

I'm not sure I know what "normal" is.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

I am beginning to believe that nothing is quite so uncertain as facts. (Edward Curtis)

Nobody can see into the future. Nobody knows what going to go on.

I never know how much of what I say is true.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

I did not know what my future was going to hold.

I don't know what's in store for me. I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring.