Quotes About Uncertainty

Claire laughed because it was easier than telling him to brush his hair out of his eyes and go back to college. She checked the time on her phone again. Paul was now twelve minutes late. She started catastrophizing: carjacking, hit by a bus, struck by a falling piece of airplane fuselage, abducted by a madman.

looked like a deformed monkey holding either a baseball bat or an erect penis in his three-fingered hand. Lena sighed, wondering what the fuck she was doing here. Maybe she should just go to the station tomorrow and talk to Jeffrey. There had to be a way to convince him that she was not involved in this case. She should just go home right now, pour herself a drink, and try to get some sleep, so that when the

sick of floating between disaster points like an amoeba inside a petri dish.

We think they're real." Lydia tried to play devil's advocate again. "We think that girl looked like Anna Kilpatrick. We think that she was mutilated in the same way, based on what her mother said and did during a press conference. But are we one hundred percent certain? Or are we just talking ourselves into it?" "Confirmation bias." Claire scowled at her own words. "What's the downside of calling Mayhew?

This was the beginning of something that might lead to everything or nothing at all. To

Going outside was like walking straight into the mouth of a yawning dog.

This was the beginning of something that might lead to everything or nothing at all.

you will eventually reach a point where that tight control you have over every single aspect of your life is going to fail spectacularly. Something is bound to happen. And it might be good, or it might be bad

How would I know which one I was?

I don't really like surprises. Not big ones anyway. Just having a pack of Revels holds enough of a surprise for me.

Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating.

So this is what it's like to be in love? he mused quietly. And then he frowned. Damn. Now what do I do?

There was no place to hide from a creature who stalked the edges of death itself.

Just because something bad had happened to her doesn't mean it won't happen again.

She had been here before. She had never been here before. There was always something just out of sight, just around a corner, something she could never chase down—something that was chasing her down.

Her true hope was that something would happen in the course of her time abroad that would mean she need never take the place. What that 'something' was she had no idea.

But I know nothing; my future is a wide-open vista, leading to an unknown country - The Rest Of My Life.

it was one of those questions you couldn't ask in case he were to tell the truth.

I'm not myself, she said and then laughed maniacally, but God knows who I am.

She had never chosen death over life before and as she was leaving she knew something had cracked and broken and the order of things had changed. Then the dark obliterated all thoughts.

He had been reconciled to death during the war and then suddenly the war was over and there was a next day and a next day and a next day. Part of him never adjusted to having a future.

It just went to show, you never knew what you were going to feel until you felt it.

There were so many facts that Amelia no longer felt certain about (or perhaps she had never known them). She would soon be nearer fifty than forty, and she was sure that every day she could feel more neural pathways disappearing—fusing and arcing and dying—leaving her unable to retrieve information.

Ursula tried to remember what her own last words to her father had been. A nonchalant 'See you later,' she concluded. The final irony. 'We never know when it will be the last time,' she said...