Quotes About Uncertainty

This uncertainty in turn, of course, begets a new and anxious eagerness for certainty: hence the appeal of fundamentalism, which in today's world is not so much a return to a premodern worldview but precisely to one form of modernism (reading the Bible within the grid of a quasi-or pseudoscientific quest for "objective truth

We must remind ourselves yet once more that all Christian language about the future is a set of signposts pointing into a mist.

As we should know, there is nothing inevitable about such things.

What we have at the moment isn't as the old liturgies used to say, 'the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead,' but a vague and fuzzy optimism that somehow things may work out in the end.

My work means that we have lived in different parts of the world and in each there has always been something to be afraid of. Gangsters, extremist political groups Right and Left tossing bombs into restaurants, hijacks, holdups, a city plumb on the line of an earthquake fault. We have long had a compact, with ourselves, with life; life is dangerous. We live with that; in the one certainty that fear is the real killer.

Es imposible dominar todos los temores y las pérdidas con antelación. Siempre hay fuentes de desolación que no se toman en consideración porque nadie sabe cuáles serán.

The fruit in the garden was not about knowledge, but about not knowing, about looking into a face and having no idea whether you should kiss it or strike it. Hell is a thousand such small abysses.

When you want something so bad it hurts," he said quietly, "and you bury it, bury it so deep that you convince yourself it no longer matters . . . and someone tells you you can have it, it's terrifying. What if you take the chance and you're wrong? What if you let yourself feel the loss and it's this huge pain and you can't put it back in the box?

You'll hate me," she said, her arms locked around him because she couldn't not hold him when he was close. "One day, you'll hate me." It was the thing she most feared. Hand fisting in her hair, he pressed his forehead to her own, his eyes night-glow in the dark. "I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

Trembling, Mahiya walked to lean her face against Jason's back, his wings strong and sleek and paradoxically soft on either side of her. 'I don't know what to think.' She passed him the letter without shifting from her position tucked against his back. He didn't force her to move, didn't attempt to turn and take her into his arms—as if he understood she just needed to lean on his strength a little until the world stopped spinning.

I had a five-year plan once. It was a good one, too. Then life happened. —Unknown street philosopher

And she knew this silent dance between them would be decided tonight, one way or the other. Either she tore down every one of her defenses and accepted his claim to the soul, or she walked away. Except she didn't think the latter was an option.

To enjoy the now. It'll be gone soon enough, and no one knows what the next hour, much less tomorrow, will bring.

year by year, I see more and more darkness creep into their world. They're slowly going beyond cold, to a place that makes me scared for the Psy race as a whole.

fear alone, shaped by capricious whim, would never foster loyalty.

Onu öldürmelisin." Lijuan'?n göz bebekleri oburca büyürken gözlerini siyah alevler doldurdu. Yüzü, alev alm?? bir kurukafa gibi görünüyordu. "Onu öldürmezsen, duvarlar?n?n ne zaman çökeceÄŸini asla kestiremezsin." "Peki onu öldürmezsem ne olur?" "O seni öldürür. Seni bir ölümlüye dönüÅŸtürür." sy 140

Kaleb hadn't expected anything else—if he were on the other side, he wouldn't trust himself either.

enjoy the now. It'll be gone soon enough, and no one knows what the next hour, much less tomorrow, will bring." Elena decided she should

Nunca tendré un hijo, Galen. Keir no puede prometerme que no le pasaré mi discapacidad. -Jessamy

How can ya think 'bout economics feelin' like . . . this?" "Not many people can," Ron said. "That's the Lll's protection.

Mid-range, androgynous voice. I first thought that Solaris was a guy. Then a girl. Maybe. Then I gave up trying to figure out which. It would become obvious at some point, or not.

Writing would take a tremendous leap of faith because I'd have to invest a lot of time and energy into something that I don't know will get published.

Bobby's death was like if you'd spent nearly twenty years reading a book and were only halfway through when the book got lost or taken away from you. For the rest of your life, all you could do was guess the end.

despite what she said, she knew the