Quotes About Uncertainty

If I could explain a head in a barrel to the King, he thought, I can explain a man in a tanpit to a Bishop. But I'd sooner be more certain of the facts.

You are afraid of us. You are afraid because you don't know what we might do.

In the real world, the Sergeant was tired of worrying and sick of cocoa. He was disturbed by feelings in his mind that he was not really himself at all. Several times he half-started out of his chair on an impulse to get out on the streets to ask the first person he met: "Where were you at ten past three on the morning of December the thirteenth, nineteen fifty-four"; just to prove to himself that he was still the Sergeant and that he knew how to do his duty.

If I've already figured out how the book ends, why bother to finish writing it? My writing isn't terribly efficient, because I often have to backtrack a bit when I change my mind, but I like the sense of discovery that comes from not knowing what happens next.

The only certainty life contains is death.

Feeling scared yet? Want to go somewhere safe?" "It won't help, will it? We'd just run into Godzilla or the Vampire from Hell. Trouble just follows you around." "Hey, Trouble. Let's find out what your mysterious Indian wanted us to know.

Change is neither good nor bad. It's just change. Frightening, but survivable.

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she'd end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

Love," he said, "is always a risk, isn't it? I've always thought that there were no certainties in life, but I was wrong. Love is a certainty. And love always gives more than it takes.

Sometimes the only action you can take leads to more trouble. (Honey)

I find it somewhat reassuring that I'm not the only one who feels like I should be running around shouting, "Where's the script? Where's the script? If only I had a script I'd know what the freak I'm supposed to be doing.

Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else.

That which doesn't destroy us . . ." "Leaves us scratching our heads and saying, 'What's next?

He didn't think she was his enemy. But certainly not his friend.

Too early to tell," Gary said. "It doesn't look good, but saying 'it's over' before it actually is will make certain the outcome.

Coyote had told me once that changes were neither good nor bad—but brought with them some of both.

She glanced surreptitiously at Charles, but he was eating the way he usually did—like a well-mannered starving person who wasn't sure where his next meal with coming from.

bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

I bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

When he was home, he acted as if he'd never kissed me, never told me that he was still interested. I didn't know if that was reassuring or frightening. Samuel was a very patient hunter.

Chaos is not predictable. To imagine anything else would be dangerous.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.

Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on Earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else. (Hao)

You mean he thinks I'm going to get MORE offers?" Kim said, appalled. "He doesn't seem to be the only one that thinks so." Mairelon said. "Aunt Agatha mentioned it to me yesterday afternoon. Is there anyone, or would you rather I turn the lot of them away?" Kim shook her head. "There isn't anyone." Except you.