Quotes About Uncertainty

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.

The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.

To stand here and try to fix her life is just a big waste of time. People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does. Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.

When you're thinking about the rest of your life, you're never really thinking more than a couple years down the road.

Love and life belongs to great risk.

This is how fast your life can turn around. How the future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday.

Religions exist because people would rather have a wrong answer than no answer at all.

In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

You have to jump into disaster with both feet.

With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. Long-term or short-term? she asks. Both. Long-term, she says, we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going to live happily ever after. Really? Really, she says. So don't sweat it.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

Proof that no investment is yours forever.

The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.

Just let your hand drop; and let fate decide for you.

The bad news is we don't have any control. The good news is we can't make any mistakes.