Quotes About Uncertainty

Because she left him a MySpace message that was semi-flirty, and then today he was very vague about what he was doing. So I headed over to his house and waited outside until he left. And now he's at McDonald's, and I'm following him to see where else he's going." MySpace is seriously going to be responsible for everyone losing their minds.

You're still riding home with me right?" He asks Courtney watching me at the corner of his eye. What's with this guy? he looks like he's about one second from taking a baseballbat to my knees. Or wanting to. I wonder if this is how serial killers start out. Wasn't Unabomber really goos at math?

So what now?" I ask when I finally pull away. I bury my head in his shoulder, not sure I want to know the answer. But when I look at him, his face is surprised, like it should be obvious. "Now," he says. "We figure it out together.

at the hospital] "What do you think's taking them so long?"[...] "Well," I say "They obviously don't think it's a big deal or they would have carted you right back here." "Or," Lacey says, "they probably know I'm going to die and so they're leaving me out here because they need to help the people who actually have a chance." "Lacey," I say. "Did you see them bringing in the guys who was bleeding profusely from the head?" "Yes," she says. "If that guy has a chance, then you definitely do.

Does he know that I called him three times and hung up right after we broke up? (I totally *67'd my number to block it, but with technology these days, you never know when someone's going to invent a way to get around that. Nothing's private anymore, you know?)

on flat affect] ... worlds and events that would have been expected to be captured by expressive suffering—featuring an amplified subjectivity, violent and reparative relationally, and assurance about what makes an event significant—appear with an asterisk of uncertainty.

You can be completely sure what might happen next.

There's not a business or a master plan as far as I'm concerned. I take it week by week, and I don't think you ever expect to be able to do the next thing.

I am not thrilled by the idea that I am entering a vague in-between, after the intensity of conversion and before the calm wisdom of cronehood.

finally I say            all right, it is improbable, all right, there is no God. And then as if I'm focusing a magnifying glass on dry leaves, God blazes up. It's the attention, maybe, to what isn't            there that makes the notion flare like a forest fire until I have to spend the afternoon dragging the hose to put it out. . . .

Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt, or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith. And yet I continue to live in a world the way a religious person lives in the world; I keep living in a world that I know to be enchanted, and not left alone. I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.

Accidents illustrate that you have no control over your life, because from one moment to the next it could be taken away from you.

And that was freaky to think about, how life could go from wonderful to terrible in the blink of an eye.

But if I didn't know Kate, then maybe I didn't know myself-and if was that not-knowing that made my gut clench. Like losing your balance, that whoosh of almost falling, before pulling yourself back in line.

I'm afraid that you're leaving me, so i'm leaving you first.

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

Maybe you can afford to wait… but for some of us, there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

I think I will actually miss it a little, this time of pure potential.

You never know what's ahead," Papa would say, his eyes brimming with excitement.

I'm not denying that he's a terrific guy, but I'm not sure he's terrific for me.

I'd begun to take for granted that he'd always be around... The only problem with all of this was that I wasn't exactly holding up my end of the deal.

They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Charlotte's indecision in every word she didn't say and every move she didn't make. She was tense with uncertainty, quivering with irresolution. She might not be leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either.