Quotes About Uncertainty

He leaned back a little, not taking his arm from around me, but looking into my eyes. "You're changing, Zoey. And I'm not sure what you're changing into.

You know how it feels right before a tornado hits? I mean when the sky's still clear, but the wind's starting to cool off and change direction. You know something's coming, but you don't always know what. That's how things feel to me right now. -Zoey Redbird

Life isn't a book, Heath! There's no guarantee of a happy ending," I said.

Io restai a fissare il vuoto che aveva lasciato, chiedendomi cosa diavolo ci fosse di sbagliato in me

could have almost convinced myself that everything was normal. But almost can be a really big word.

But I'm sixteen! I can't even parallel-park! How am I supposed to know how to be your eyes and ears?

It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.

Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?

When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.

The awful part of the writing game is that you can never be sure the stuff is any good.

you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?

I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare – or, if not, some equally brainy bird – who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneakes up behind him with a bit of lead piping

Have you lost the girl you love?' 'That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can't make up my mind. It all depends what construction you place on the words "I never want to see or speak to you again in this world or the next, you miserable fathead."' 'Did she say that?

But, Ed! Say! Are you going to let him get away with it? Am I going to let him get away with it! said Mr. Cootes, annoyed by the foolish question. Wake me up in the night and ask me! But what are you going to do? Do! said Mr. Cootes. Do! I'll tell you what I'm going to... He paused, and the stern resolve that shone in his face seemed to flicker. Say, what the hell am I going do? he went on somewhat weakly.

I hardly knew what to do. I wanted, of course, to rush down to Washington Square and grip the poor blighter silently by the hand; and then, thinking it over, I hadn't the nerve. Absent treatment seemed the touch. I gave it him in waves.

These are the times that try men's souls. It's never pleasant to be caught in the machinery when a favourite comes unstitched, and in the case of this particular dashed animal, one had come to look on the running of the race as a pure formality, a sort of quaint, old-world ceremony to be gone through before one sauntered up to the bookie and collected.

You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean. At any moment you may be strolling peacefully along, and all the time Life's waiting around the corner to fetch you one.

I might, that is to say, be safe from the dragon, but what about the hippogriffs? That was the question I asked myself. What price the hippogriffs?

You know, Bayliss, said Jimmy thoughtfully, rolling over on the couch, life is peculiar, not to say odd. You never know what is waiting for you round the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

You don't think, John, that you might ultimately come to love Agnes Flack?' 'I do not.' 'Love frequently comes after marriage, I believe.' 'So does suicide.

I'm dashed if I know what's going to happen to me. I am the thingummy of what's-its-name. You look it, said Mike.

It was foolish of her to have expected such a state of things to last, for what is life but a series of sharp corners, round each of which Fate lies in wait for us

We're all alike when we get bustled. We don't know what we're doing, and by the time we've put our hands up and got into shape, why, it's all over, and there you are. Don't you worry yourself, sir.