Quotes About Uncertainty

There was just one problem. I had no idea how to do that. Okay, two problems. I'm also not sure I want to.

Dark, closed places like this make me uneasy. It is not the wild beasts or the idea of a lunatic with an ax. It is not facing my dreaded interior self. It is the informality, the thoughtlessness, the brooding wisdom, the endlessness, the closure of darkness. More than that, it is the thing in darkness I cannot name.

Before long your fears become adult ones: crushing debts and responsibilities, sick parents and sick kids, the possibility of dying unremembered or unloved. Fears of not being the person you were so certain you'd grow up to be.

You always fall hardest the first time, don't you? There's no bottom to it. As I reached teenagehood and beyond, I'd hear guys say: I just don't get women. And sure, I didn't get women either, but wasn't that the best part, the not knowing? Where else could that wild, passionate, scream-it-from-the-rooftops love come from?

Be prepared for a journey, but don't expect a destination.

Be prepared fpr a journey, but don't expect a destination.

I don't know now if I'm funny. I just keep talking and hope that I hit something that's funny.

you might not have strong faith unless you push-through some honest doubts. In order to decide to trust, you have to let yourself doubt.

In order to decide to trust, you have to let yourself doubt.

I think God eventually changed my heart simply because I clung to my desire for Him, even though I wasn't sure how to follow through on that desire.

Perhaps you've experienced a similar kind of disorientation — you thought you knew where you were in relation to something (or someone), only to look up and have no idea where they went.

the smooth, steady movement of my actions raised a sliver of panic in the rational man who was abandoning me.

He didn't sound particularly drunk, but Bob's a professional, so you never can tell.

Her fingers were cool, and her palms were strangely devoid of any lines, as if her life was yet to be determined.

Small chains wound their way through the trigger guards with little bronze locks at the end of each row. It was like a chain gang for weapons. Some of them might be good, some of them might be bad, but there was no way to tell until somebody picked them up.

I was going through that little bit of worry that I had said or done something wrong and that she might not want to see me again. I saw me every day, and I wasn't so sure I was that fond of my company.

it wasn't that we had been so brave or bold, but that we'd simply traded one fear for another—afraid of what we were about to do for the fear of what we might not. "How

These dreams were so real they left me shaken and unsure of which world I was in.

You can convince yourself that you're on solid ground and nothing's going to happen to you up to this point, but when you have nowhere to look but down, the game changes. I had the benefit of not being able to see very far, but it was as if the dancing flakes snapping into the distance and disappearing from view were pulling at me, reaching and trying to take me with them into the darkness.

Now it was over, done; he was at last free. Yet with freedom came fear, a vague, whispering thing that haunted him now. Never in his life had you been without a goal, and now that he was suddenly the future was dark its features and perceivable. A vast void beyond wide before him.

With things like this, when people don't really understand what has happened, they'll assume the worst long before they have to. It's a little like when people are afraid of the dark. Often it's not the darkness they're afraid of, it's the fact that they don't know what's in it. And because they can't see, because they're not sure, they start to imagine there are more sinister things afoot than there ordinarily would be.

And it happens like that. Like when you first realize that there is no such thing as magic. Or that nothing actually answers your prayers, or really even listens. That cold moment of dismay where your feet are kicked from under you, where you're disarmed by a shard of knowing.

Right. I guess it must be comforting to actually believe in God and Jesus and all that. It must fill in all that space so you don't have to worry about it anymore. But it's a bit like closing a door when there's a cold draft, isn't it? It's still cold out there, it's just that you don't notice anymore because you're warm.

I looked at the road below. It was a long way down. I focused on the spot where I would probably land, between the white line and the brown gravel. I wondered if it would hurt or if I would die straight away. Then I wondered who would find me. Maybe it would be a truck driver or a shift worker. I felt bad for them.