Quotes About Uncertainty

Life is a gamble and Im all about my poker chips.

Love is like a Chinese mobile, comes with no guarantee.

I'm beginning to be skeptical of my own skepticism.

Almost sure wasn't good enough. Almost sure, in my experience, is the shortest road to oh fuck.

Oh God, Oh God we're all gonna die doesn't really fit the definition of banter, now does it?

Hi. I'm Dru Anderson. My father went way-out wack after my mom died and now he travels around hunting things that go bump in the night, killing things you can only find in fairytales and ghost stories. I help him out when I can, but most of the time I'm deadweight, even though I can tell you where anything inhuman in this town is likely to hang out. I'm skipping school because I won't be here in another three months. None of it goddamn well matters.

I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.

A hand closed around her arm, warm and hard, and it could possibly have been comforting if she had possessed the faintest idea whose appendage it was.

Ah, yes, crooked paths often end in quicksand.

Faith and doubt both are needed — not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.

To believe in something to yet proved and to underwrite it with our lives it is the only way we can leave the future open.

things will be all right again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I'm giving it credit for.

I'm done with the seesaw, the hot and cold, the guys who don't know or can't tell you what they want. I'm done with kissing that melts your bones followed by ten days of silence followed by a fucking pat on the arm at the T stop.

I believe you. I'm just terrified by what overenthusiasm might look like. If what I am seeing now is underenthusiasm.' 'If you're anything like Fen, you won't like it much.' I guessed I wasn't anything like Fen.

Third date, I want to say, but I can't with Silas. Our dates are not self-conscious like that. We don't acknowledge that they're happening or say what they mean. IT all feels a bit haphazard and weightless, and to call attention to this might let out too much of the air.

We're walking close and bump against each other. Another person might have just taken his hand and said, Are you ever going to kiss me? But I'm not that person. It always takes me by surprise when someone wants to kiss me, even if they've met me at midnight with wine and a blanket. People change their mind. Between the idea and the reality falls the Shadow.

I'm wondering how to tell him about Oscar. I want to know if it matters to him. IT seems like the only way to find out his feelings for me. It was easier to imagine doing this when he wasn't in the room, when he wasn't leaning over a table on his elbows, twisting up a chopstick wrapper with fingers that are unexpectedly familiar.

What's the point of anyone's search for answers? The truth you find will always be replaced by someone else's.

It's okay that I'm not sure what's next, that it might be something unexpected.

I don't have a Crested Butte.' 'You have something.' 'It's more like an abyss.' 'Something you need to get to.' 'Yeah. The rest of my life. IT feels like the way is blocked.

Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.

A good traveler is one who who does not know where he is going to , and a perfect traveler does not know where he came from.

We expect some new disaster with each newspaper we read.

I would like to call upon his friends everywhere to consider how they have come in so short a time to view this matter in a way so entirely different from their former belief; to ask whether they are not being borne along by an irresistible current--whither, they know not.