Quotes About Uncertainty

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The wheel spins, the ball bounces, bounces, bounces. Where will it land? Will you get the girl? Will your name be read from stages, the recipient of important prizes? Will your name be remembered? How will it be remembered? Will you be remembered at all? Everything is in the before moment. That's where life is richest, in that moment of possibility and anti- say it, the audience screamed at the screen - pation.

It's one thing to watch someone row; it's quite another to try it oneself in heavy seas, and this was a bad moment to begin wondering if the American privateers on the Good Shepherd would be certain to help her and if there was any chance that Devon might have lied about the Shepherd's identity.

Was I doing the right thing? Or being stupid for not following Liam's plan? Only time would tell. For now, I had to believe that whatever move kept Liam safe was not only the right solution, but the only solution.

I pushed Liam back, wanting him to fall like I was falling. To feel that instant of confusion, of not being sure where life was leading, but thinking that might be okay.

it feels like I've been thrown down a chute. I'm careening forward, trying not to get too banged up, utterly out of control of my descent, and somewhere in the dark, there's a hole waiting for me to fall through it.

People didn't get what they deserved, you couldn't hold off bad luck by being good, you couldn't say you earned your good luck. You just got what you got, and did the best you could, and tried not to be afraid of what might happen next.

On September 13, we were the kindling, and a monstrous god leaned over us to breathe. Clouds melted, brush trembled, and the ocean burned white like molten glass...I was hoping, like everyone else who lay awake listening to the wind, that no pyromaniacs were out there, trembling in thrall beneath the god monster, reaching for a match.

I know that sometimes when you are really worried about something, it ends up not being nearly as bad as you think it will be, and you get to be relieved that you were just being silly, worrying so much over nothing. But sometimes it is just the opposite. It can happen that whatever you are worried about will be even worse than you could have possibly imagined, and you find that you were right to be worried, and even that, maybe, you weren't worried enough.

Schopenhauer writes about marriage. He says getting married is like grasping blind into a sack of snakes and hoping to find an eel.

For some reason I believed that if you fell in love it was a guaranteed thing that your path would cross with his, and I never wondered how if would feel to fall in love with a man whose future just couldn't include you.

Y sin embargo todo aquello todavía no era la locura, y si lo era, se estaba apenas anunciando.

porque la vida es de por sí azarosa y dada a jugarnos malas pasadas

Thinking that you can't protect the ones you love, you have to hope they're smart enough to save themselves, And hope, well. Who had any of that to spare?

It was as if everyone was a Cipher. You could look for keys and clues, but you might never figure them out.

Sometimes there were lots of explanations for why something had happened; sometimes there was no explanation at all.

I know the grim probability of my own future. The odds are high that the best of me has already been ripped away and that id I don't keep hold of myself I will lose what's left.

There are only the three of us and our dark, burgeoning desires I am so afraid of what comes next

No step is a safe one, so it's safer to take none at all.

She turned at the sound of a horse cantering toward them. If it wasn't Benjamin, they could be in a heap of trouble.

want to know is what lies ahead.

Everything felt wrong, lopsided. I knew from the weird fuzzy humming inside my head.

You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.

Did we really want her back? Hmmm . . .