Quotes About Uncertainty

The next stage of their life is slouching over the horizon. Naomi says go. The tickets are nonrefundable. Everything will be fine.

Your assumptions are just as wild as your confusion.

Waiting for the end to come, Wishing I had strength to stand, This is not what I had planned, It's out of my control

What goes up will surely fall and I'm counting down the time

One minute you're on top The next you're not watch it drop Making your heart stop Just before you hit the floor

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

If they took Paris, what would become of us? It was ghastly to sit there in camp, helpless, imprisoned, unable to take any step against the disaster that was drawing nearer or even to get any definite information about it.

The music business was not safe, but it was FUN. It was like falling in love with a woman you know is bad for you, but you love every minute with her, anyway.

He prizes ambiguity; he loves to keep you guessing.

Plots set in the future are about what people fear in the present.

I didn't put in my diaphragm' I mumbled when we were through. You stirred, 'Is it dangerous?' 'It's very dangerous,' I said. Indeed, just about any stranger could have turned up nine months later. We might as well have left the door unlocked.

We agreed that whether we became parents would be 'the single most important decision we would ever make together.' Yet the very momentousness of the decision guaranteed that it never seemed real, and so remained on the level of whimsy. Every time one of us raised the question of parenthood, I felt like a seven-year-old contemplating a Thumbelina that wets iself for Christmas.

Was our life together that unbearable?

I can only assume that he discovered what I never wish to. That there is no barrier.

One of us could always get pancreatic cancer," you said pleasantly.

Likewise the innards of my sole telephone socket are disgorged; my uncertain connection to the outside world dangles by two poorly soldered wires, and it often cuts off.

The future is just the ultimate monster in the closet, the great unknown

I wasn't sure. In those days I still held wholesomeness to be suspect.

How in the face of an end game there was virtually no limit to what did not matter.

Change is like that: you are no longer where you were; you are not yet where you will get; you are nowhere exactly.

It is at the cross-roads that skepticism is born, not in a hermitage.

I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how to get there. And I'm so scared that I'll make some wrong decision - just one - and everything will get messed up and go wrong -for good.

I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese?

You know that feeling when you're suddenly startled out of a deep sleep, and you're in that hazy middle world where you're not sure what's real—like maybe you actually could be chasing after an ice cream truck wearing only fishing waders and a canary yellow bridesmaid's dress, or you're just one answer away from winning a year's supply of adult diapers on a Japanese game show? —SINGLE-MINDED