Quotes About Uncertainty

Wishes are dangerous things, aren't they

But... the truth is... I want you to have my baby. I didn't know how much, until the thought that I would never have the opportunity. I thought-" He broke off, a self-mocking smile touching his lips. "Damn it. I dont know how to be a husband, or a father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be relatively low, I may have a half a change at pleasing you." He grinned at her mock frown.

I'm agnostic," I told him. "I'd be an atheist, except I believe in hedging my bets.

Aline," he whispered, mercilessly divesting himself of all pride, "I'm afraid of what I'll become if you won't have me.

Miss Hathaway." Cam spoke gently, while she fidgeted before him. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her until she quieted. "Do I make you nervous?" She brought herself to look up at him, her eyes harboring the blue-black glitter of a moonlit lake. "No," she said immediately. "No, of course you … yes . Yes, you do.

Do you have information regarding his whereabouts, Mr. Severin?" she asked unsteadily. Tom looked directly at her then, the nonchalant mask temporarily falling away. His intense, searching gaze somehow burned through the numbness of the past twenty-four hours. "No, sweetheart," he said gently, as if there where no one else in the room. The deliberate endearment caused a few breaths to catch audibly, including hers.

The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk.

There's so much gray to every story—nothing is so black and white.

I tried not to think of Uncle Ray as being gone forever. I just liked to imagine him on one really long Lost Weekend.

I trust no one, not even myself.

The problem is, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything. Everything you're supposed to do when you grow up. Move away from home, buy your own food and groceries, get married, have children. Sometimes even the easy part of all that seems impossible to me. And then I wonder what will happen ten, twenty years from now. Will I be a fifty-year-old adolescent, completely alone, still sponging off whatever family I've got left?

I can count on that? That you'll get out of here? Because you look an awful lot like you're about to go cowboy again on me, Iceman. More than you already have, and I can't accept that.

People are more comfortable with a familiar discomfort than they are with an unfamiliar new possibility.

To live sacred lives requires that we live at the edge of what we do not know. —Anne Hillman

The uncertainty principle tells us that you need high-momentum particles to probe or influence physical processes at short distances, and special relativity relates that momentum to a mass.

The uncertainty principle of quantum mechanics, coupled with the relations of special relativity, tell us that, using physical constants, we can relate a particle's mass, energy, and momentum to the minimum size of the region in which a particle of that energy can experience forces or interactions.

Science certainly is not the static statement of universal laws we all hear about in elementary school. Nor is it a set of arbitrary rules. Science is an evolving body of knowledge. Many of the ideas we are currently investigating will prove to be wrong or incomplete. Scientific descriptions certainly change as we cross the boundaries that circumscribe what we know and venture into more remote territory where we can glimpse hints of the deeper truths beyond.

I try to fight what I am feeling but his words play in my head. Anytime soon. Eventually he will leave. We need each other right now, I tell myself, two broken people who have connected in the depths of all our fucked-upness. I wonder why it feels that it isn't enough when only days ago it was exactly what I wanted.

The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom. The high of not knowing what comes next, so much better than always knowing one day will be like the last.

He wants you. I want you. I can't walk away from you, Amy, and I have this sense that you could bolt at any minute. And yes, you're right. I'm being barbaric. And intense. That's who I am and I can't be anyone but me. When I want something, I go after it. And baby, I want you, and all I can say is you might be smart to run before I get any more into you, but please don't.

Mark's navigating dark and stormy waters, and I'm either going to pull him out, or drown with him. I don't know which.

Fear and a secret are two different things," I remind him, pointing out the difference in the two phrases.  "Often they come together. A secret that leads to fear in one way, shape, or form.

The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom. The high of not knowing what comes next is so much better than always knowing one day will be like the last. Never anticipation, never feeling anything. No. I cannot go back. So why am I so terrified of going forward?

I trust this woman more than I trust myself right now. And that scares me in a way I haven't been scared in a very long time.