Quotes About Uncertainty

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a

Nothing is worse than what we can imagine

En cuanto a la vaga intuición que tiene él al respecto —la idea de que, lejos de faltarle pasión, su alma bulle de anhelo por algo que desconoce—, se la toma con escepticismo, y la considera la clase de relato que alguien provisto de un alma seca, racional y deficiente se cuenta a sí mismo para conservar su amor propio.

islands floating in a great black sea of nothingness, and he were each time being asked to close his eyes and launch himself across the void. What if I fall? – that is what he asks himself. What if I fall and then keep falling for ever?

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere. Una

Para ellos, en cambio, soy especial. No tengo conciencia, o bien tengo demasiada, no consiguen decidirse.

I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning too. The rest... it's up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love... we don't have a lot of control over any of it.

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

She was glad she didn't know where it would take her. Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out. [Ehlena]

Call me, she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed. Qhuinn smiled a little. Take care. At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, Take care was synonymous with I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again.

With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king's study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet over which he'd trodden. No trail of his blood. Which, considering the way his chest was hurting, was a surprise. Sure as shit felt like he'd been shot in the heart.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Wellsie frowned. I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean? Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.

Qhuinn didn't know what the fuck was up. People fucking poofing it in and out of the fucking foyer, shit going south... until Autumn came the fuck back. If there had ever been a time to drop the f-bomb, tonight was it.

What... are you? she choked out. No sunlight. Funky choppers. he inhaled raggedly. Take a guess.

I'm slightly distracted with how this happy little vacation on the good ship Holy Shit is going to pan out for me.

I know what it's like to not have hope," Qhuinn said roughly. "But destiny can surprise you.

Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.

I was living with this sense that there was something going on, something important, but I didn't know what it was. It was like...I knew the secret was there, and it was a dark one, but I just couldn't reach it. Nearly drove me mad.

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

Tell me this isn't permanent No, you have to give me my weapon back at the end. Har-har, hardy-har-har. I'm talking to Jim. No, it's not, the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. I can get free as easily as I got in. You sure about that? Nope. Fabulous.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

Can somebody tell me what the fucks going on before I lose my shit all over this fucking room?

If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?