Quotes About Uncertainty

Anticipation tingled in my stomach: the kind of tingle that at first you don't know if it's a good tingle or a bad tingle – just a tingle.

It's still all "ifs" "buts" and "maybes".' 'Maybe, ' I said. 'But if what I'm saying is correct …

Total confusion, disconnected nothing, absolute bewilderment. It's an enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed in a burrito, and smothered in taco sauce.

Did we really come all that way?" She asked. "Time flies when you're scared out of your mind." He answered.

Paranoid means you are aware of 10% of the problem

The sun will always rise, but we may never know

When writing, I uncage KAT: Keep Adding Tension. Even if I don't know where the story's going, petting the KAT keeps it purring.

She is so tiresome. 'Am I a vampire, am I a wolf, am I a vampire, am I a wolf, I cannot decide, so I'll be both!

Are you taking us to hell?" I ask, and Denise answers with an ominous, "More or less.

I'm working from the assumption it's going to go horribly wrong. If we get out of here with limbs intact and no aspen slivers in uncomfortable places, we're calling it a win."Merit/Jonah

Think people really want to know what's out there?""Probably not. People don't know what they want, Evelyn, or life wouldn't suck

I can't seem to recall if I've ever had amnesia before.

Nick's eyes widened as a total state of befuddled huh possessed him. Was he in theTwilight Zone?

It is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold firm beliefs

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It's fine, it's not, it's suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

If life is a game... I need new dice!

Clearly, there has been a lack of imagination about how much can go wrong.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.

It's subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.

As for me, the grounds of my hope have always been that history is wilder than our imagination of it and that the unexpected shows up far more regularly than we ever dream.

I don't know if we ever have enough distance to "see" our own trajectory. We're in the muddled middle of it. Who knows what will last, what poems will take hold of the imaginations of the future.

We are striking it big in the electric light, better than my vivid imagination first conceived. Where this thing is going to stop Lord only knows.

I'm fairly certain. I could be some ghastly hallucination, a figment of my own imagination

The bad news is you're falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there's no ground.