“Uncertainty is a personal matter; it is not the uncertainty but your uncertainty.”
Dennis Lindley (1923–2013) British statistician
1. Introduction. p. 1.
Understanding Uncertainty (2006)
Original: Con la persona giusta, la tua presenza sarà tutto ciò che conta.
Source: prevale.net
“Uncertainty is a personal matter; it is not the uncertainty but your uncertainty.”
Dennis Lindley (1923–2013) British statistician
1. Introduction. p. 1.
Understanding Uncertainty (2006)
Nicholas Sparks book The Rescue
Variant: You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions, not words, that matter.
Source: The Rescue
“No person has the right to rain on your dreams.”
Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929–1968) American clergyman, activist, and leader in the American Civil Rights Movement
RoseMarie Panio (1941) politician
The Journal News (2007) http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache:zcK-Qu47mLwJ:www.thejournalnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article%3FAID%3D2007701220356+%22linda+cooper%22+biography+yorktown&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=9&gl=us
“Your presence, your consciousness”
Eckhart Tolle (1948) German writer
Practicing the Power of Now: Essential Teachings, Meditations, and Exercises from the Power of Now
“But no matter what they say,
You can make it all right
You can do it alone now
Do it your way
Yeah”
Dhani Harrison (1978) English musician
Yomp
Lyrics, You Are Here (2008)
“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.”
Alice Walker (1944) American author and activist
“Salvation is an individual's personal encounter with God's Presence.”
Roger Haight (1936) American theologian
Source: Dynamics Of Theology, Chapter Ten, Method in theology, p. 204
“All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?”
R.S. Thomas (1913–2000) Welsh poet
"A Welsh Testament"
Tares (1961)
Context: All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
I spoke a tongue that was passed on
To me in the place I happened to be,
A place huddled between grey walls
Of cloud for at least half the year.
My word for heaven was not yours.
The word for hell had a sharp edge
Put on it by the hand of the wind
Honing, honing with a shrill sound
Day and night. Nothing that Glyn Dwr
Knew was armour against the rain's
Missiles. What was descent from him?