Quotes About Uncertainty

You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.

It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

Who are you? because even now, she couldn't let her questions go. What are you? That face that wasn't a face smiled. It was the most terrible thing she'd ever see, ever. Magnus he said. I'm the end.

shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

But if these past years in Morganville have taught me anything, it's that sometimes you have to just . . . jump. It's not safe. It's never safe. But sometimes you have to live dangerously.

I know, he said. We are into the Bad Idea neighborhood and heading down I Have a Bad Feeling Street. (Shane)

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.

You stole my paranoia, she said. I was going to say, 'Don't go.' But you're going to no matter what I say, aren't you?

And then I heard the ring of metal on concrete, and I went cold, because one of them had found a piece of rebar lying around, and I knew with sudden certainty that these guys were going to kill me right here on this stupid sidewalk, for nothing, without even the reason of knowing my name or hating my politics. They were just going to kill me because they needed to kill something, and I was handy. At least zombies would have had a reason.

I only need to know one thing. Am I going to need the flamethrower?

Here, you are exceptional...There, who knows? They might not value you as much as we do.

I'm not ready. But I begin.

Hope was a great deal like fear.

Our fingers lie loose together, not demanding anything except the lightest possible contact. Either his or mine are trembling slightly, but I can't tell which. I only feel the motion.

He'd never wanted to know the future. If he didn't know storms were coming, it was easier to enjoy the sunshine.

I'm not prepared to say I love her. But I am willing to admit to myself that it's more than curiosity, more than liking, more than the kind of one-night-stand lust that you get over in the morning. There are moments when it feels like I've always known her. And then, like tonight, there are moments when I feel like I don't know her at all. Like she's a mystery I'll never solve, wrapped in barbed wire and thorns and roses.

She'd never really been afraid of the dark, but dark wasn't really dark most of the time.... There were stars, moonlight, distant streetlights. This was pitch-black, take-no-prisoners dark, and she had the ice-cold feeling that anything could be right next to her, reaching out for her, and she'd never see it coming.

Yeah, well, things happen; you can't always predict what comes next.

Being hunted by a city full of zombies might have seemed like a relief in some ways- at least you knew whom to run from, and whom to run toward.

I]t is simply impossible to predict the effects of lifetime exposure to chemical and physical agents that are not part of the biological experience of man.

Fuck me. Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.

So what do you have to confess now? I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth. I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this. What is 'this'? Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.