Unpredictability of Life Quotes

Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.

Everybody's got plans... until they get hit.

It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may just be the beginning of a great adventure. Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know.

You may have a plan, but life throws you curve balls. Put God first; his plan is better anyway.

There is one thing in life that you can always rely on: life being as it is.

Life can take so many twists and turns. You can’t ever count yourself out. Even if you’re really afraid at some point, you can’t think that there’s no room for you to grow and do something good with your life.

Men have their virtues and their vices, their heroisms and their perversities; men are neither wholly good nor wholly bad, but possess and practice all that there is of good and bad here below. Such is the general rule. Temperament, education, the accidents of life, are modifying factors. Outside of this, everything is ordered arrangement, everything is chance. Such has been my rule of expectation and it has usually brought me success.

You can't ever guess at life, at pain. All pain is real, and all pain is personal. It's the most personal thing we have. It eats each of us differently.

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

This shows you are never too old to get surprised.

I don't know why, but life is usually more complicated than the plans that we make.

You never know when this can be gone. It's sad to say, but with all the injuries around the league, it can be gone in a blink of an eye.

Life itself, she thought, as she went upstairs to dress for dinner, was stranger than dreams and far, far more disordered.

The Lord can give, and the Lord can take away. I might be herding sheep next year.

I may not have written the stories that I've written if I hadn't ended up in Niverville. I don't know; I don't know. How can you know?

. . . the messiness of experience, that may be what we mean by life.

Difference of opinion has never been sufficiently appreciated. It is the unexpected, the unknowable, the divine irrationality of life that saves us.

I read somewhere once that in the 1960s, fiction writers were troubled by the notion that life was becoming stranger and more sensational than made-up stories could ever hope to be. Our new problem - more profound, I think - is that life no longer resembles a story. Events intersect but don't progress. People interact but don't make contact.

Life and death are matters of the God. I can be killed even at home.

Life expectancy is a statistical phenomenon. You could still be hit by the proverbial bus tomorrow.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.