Quotes About Uncertainty

Never mind, Leo said. I'm pretty sure pi is, uh, 3.1415 blah blah blah. The number goes on forever, but the sphere has only five rings, so that should be enough, if I'm right. And if you're not? Frank asked. Well, then, Leo fall down, go boom. Let's find out!

Oh, why had the Labyrinth brought me here? As soon as I thought this, I chided myself: Of course it would bring me where I least wanted to be. Austin had been wrong about the maze. It was still evil, designed to kill. It was just a little subtler about its homicides now.

Exquisitely painful, isn't it? Not being sure who you love and loves you? -Aphrodite

I tried to tell them that things would be okay, but I didn't believe it.

I need to find Meg. I wiped my mouth with a shaky hand. What would the myrmekes do with her? I don't know! Tell me or I will not complete your customer service survey.

Sometimes things don't end okay.

We're fine.' A few feet away, Aurum snarled quietly, which meant Nico was lying.

I was starting to believe him, and that scared the baked beans out of me.

It was a constant pattern for Nico: find some sort of solace and comfort, only to have it ripped away. Now here was Solace in his lap, sleeping like a baby. What would come and tear him away?

It's like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of what awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won't have to face it alone. It was a son of Apollo falling for a son of Hades. It was this.

When in doubt, Calypso said, Tater Tots.

Life's random," he said. "The best you can do is pick up the pieces.

Now that the war looked as if it was going to last forever Ursula had decided she might as well embark on Proust.

Aren't I happy?' Ursula puzzled. What do you think? Ursula didn't know. She wasn't sure that she had a yardstick against which to measure happiness or unhappiness. She had obscure memories of elation, of falling into darkness, but they belonged to that world of shadows and dreams that was ever-present and yet almost impossible to pin down.

her. It was a cruel thing, trying to sprout and find the light of day. It was truth. She wasn't sure that she wanted it.

How deceptive that could be. One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot.

She prayed now, with desperate conviction but no faith, and she suspected it made no difference either way. When

Why not?" Mrs. Scaife said, navigating her way back to the sofa and dropping anchor ("Ouf") on the salmon damask.

although, of course, you couldn't be sure—it might be that cloistered women praying night and day was the only thing that was preventing some cataclysmal disaster—a meteor or global nuclear meltdown.

That was the moment at which he realized that he had possibly become unhinged. What did it matter? The whole world was unhinged.

Betty and Shirley looked doubtfully at the pale figure of Edith in the stark hospital bed. She didn't look like someone who was intending to improve. They had expected tubes and fluids and other unpleasant things, but Edith was unadorned by anything medical and looked as though she was awaiting the embalmer.

She had taken the wrong path, opened the wrong door, and was unable to find her way back. Suddenly

What on earth was she doing with her life? Could she just get up and leave?

Those times when I couldn't stand what I was, and I didn't know how I could possibly be something else.