Quotes About Uncertainty

Really? So what did you come over here to say?" "I'm not sure, actually. I just knew I needed an idea. I thought you might have one. I didn't expect one to be dropped into my lap. But I guess life is like that sometimes." "Much of the time as you let it be,

Somehow Bea knew the key would have to be an utter lack of preparation. Of anticipation. Once she allowed space for doubt, she would never overcome it.

And it's funny, looking back. I think about it from time to time. A thing happens, and it's a thing big enough to save a life, and you don't know why it happened. And you sure didn't know it was such a big deal at the time. But, looking back, you wonder why things work out the way they do.

I didn't know if I had saved a life or not. For that, the person you tried to save has to survive.

World is full of people so troubled they don't even understand themselves.

Things change so fast. Life turns on a dime.

anymore. Maybe he was even with someone else after all this time. "You really look worried," Pete said. "Relax. Something came up that he

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she didn't know if they were for Lloyd or for Aaron. Or for herself. Or maybe tears don't have anybody's name on them. Maybe they're just tears. "That's

But there was a definite sense that all bets were off now. The line she had so carefully toed all her life was just a smudge in the dirt behind her. Bea did not feel inclined to look back. Life was new. Not good. Just new.

It was actually harder to think about moving forward into whatever unknown situation they had planned for me than to ditch out and go back to what I knew. What I knew was terrible, but at least I knew it, and there's something that's almost a comfort in that.

She doesn't want to move forward into the next part of her life; she can't move backward in time even if she tries. And she doesn't much like where she is.

How would I even know that, Lucas? I have no idea if how I feel is what other people would call okay. I'm just the way I've always been.

See, that's always the thing. While you're breathing and being all happy that the whole house didn't come falling down, you know there's another card drop coming right up. It's not about gaining much. It's just about gaining. It's always about not losing everything in the exact moment you're in.

It's like a sheet of blue-lined paper, the kind you write on at school, but with the lines suddenly missing. No structure. Nothing is predictable. Everything that might happen now is new. Sometimes disasters make me feel that way.

It did. Actually. Though I'm not sure that was the good news. "You don't sound too sure." "It's just that . . . what you just said . . . it's that kind of advice that lets you know what to do but not how to do it. I mean, how do you not take that stuff on?" "Right. I'll grant you that. It's easier said than done. But practice at it. You'll get better at anything you practice.

Who knows why people are scared of things, right? If

I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.

She is dead. Almost certainly dead. Nearly conclusively dead. She is, at the very least, not answering her telephone.

We have all of us got it jumbled up. You never feel so grown up as when you are eleven, and never so young and unsure as when you are forty. That is why time is a rotten jokester and no one ought to let him in to dinner.

September could see it. She did not know what is was she saw. That is the disadvantage of being a heroine, rather than a narrator. She knew only that a red light glowed and went dark, glowed and went dark.

You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think.

One can never be sure," the Green Wind sighed. "There is always the danger of kisses where sleeping maids are concerned. But you are safe now, and for awhile yet, and why worry about a thing that may never come to pass? Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.

A choice is like a jigsaw puzzle, darling troll. Your worries are the corner pieces, and your hopes are the edge pieces, and you, Hawthorn, dearest of boys, are the middle pieces, all funny-shaped and stubborn. But the picture, the picture was there all along, just waiting for you to get on with it.

When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.