Nothing is every promised to us, man.
It's an awful risky thing to live
Life is lived on a slippery slope. You are constantly making judgements.
I hung my head, and I felt someone, Fang, gather me gently to him. My cheek rested on his shoulder, and my silent tears soaked his torn shirt.He felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing. Least of all Fang.
Every moment is precious. And precarious.
Life is always uncertain, and common prudence dictates to every man the necessity of settling his temporal concerns, while it is in his power, and while the mind is calm and undisturbed.
My life is a bit unpredictable.
To play a cop's wife - there's so much in that world, the wives or partners of anyone who is a first responder - it's not an easy job. It's not an easy way to live, to say goodbye to someone in the morning and not know what's going to happen throughout the day.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
Life is made up of a series of judgments on insufficient data, and if we waited to run down all our doubts, it would flow past us.
See {630694} for a later, more specific instance where Hand’s principle was required operationally.
Life is an overwhelming bundle of loose threads. The ones you can hang on to are precious.
I have been one who believes that abortion is the taking of a human life . . . . The fact that they could not resolve the issue of when life begins was a finding in and of itself. If we don't know, then shouldn't we morally opt on the side that it is life? If you came upon an immobile body and you yourself could not determine whether it was dead or alive, I think that you would decide to consider it alive until somebody could prove it was dead. You wouldn't get a shovel and start covering it up. And I think we should do the same thing with regard to abortion.
Most people are quiet in the world, and live in it tentatively, as if it were not their own.