Quotes About Uncertainty

It's a road! I patted his back. It's a lovely road. Now which way do we go? Corey looked one way, the brown ribbon extending into emptiness. He looked the other way, saw the same thing and his shoulders slumped. Damn.

One part of my brain, soaring on adrenaline, insisted I could take Cain, whatever the size difference. Another part wondered where the hell Nick and Clay were. The loudest part just shouted: Run, you idiot, run!

I'm sick of this. It's like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn't like me?

I love you. I'm not sure if it's the way you want me to. I think it might be. But I know that I love you. I absolutely love you.

It's so easy to screw up. To make a choice that seems right. Then time passes and you look back and you say, 'How the hell did I do that?' Attitudes change. Insights change. Eventually things you were so damned sure were right become...incomprehensible.

As they neared the spot from which the noise had come, Moria saw a hand lying on the pathway. It appeared to be attached to a body, which was a relief. Again, these days, one could not guarantee such a thing.

I'm really glad you found me, my voice cracking. Simon squeezed my hand. His lips lowering to my ear, whispering, I— He went rigid, head lifting. Hey, Simon, Tori said behind me. What is she doing here? Derek jabbed his thumb at me. Ask her. I'm not getting any answers.

You have no idea, do you?" "No, but that sounded good when they said it on Star Trek.

If asked whether she believed in such things herself, she'd say, "I don't not believe.

Nicole was trying to rouse her dad. Hayley was doing the same with the pilot. I took the headset and got on the radio again. No one was responding. So either we tried to land or we kept flying until Sam lost control and we plunged into the strait.

Ochii lui se incrucisara cu ai mei, si am privit in ei, si am simtit ... nu stiu ce am simtit. Ceva staniu , greu de denumit , despre care nici nu-mi puteam da seama daca era ceva bun sau ceva rau, doar il simteam in maruntaie, tresaltand si rasucindu-se , pana cand mi-am intors capul si m-am uitat spre padure.

I'm not even sure I saw someone." "You sensed someone?" He made a face. "Now that really sounds nuts." "Hey, if you're okay with me imagining myself as a pine marten, I'm okay with you sensing unseen assailants.

As the abyss widens, though, I begin to fear that coming back to the surface may, someday, not be under my control. Because at the bottom of my abyss is not death, it's madness.

If we light a fire, someone out boating might see us." "That's a good idea," Sam said. "Or it would be. If we had matches to light a fire. Or if anyone was actually out boating." "Why don't we just find a place to hide?" Hayley said. "That way, when someone does come, we can see if it's a real rescue or not." "How the hell are you going to tell the difference?" Sam said. "Ask them?

They need to act like everything's okay, so you can't tell them. Not even Daniel." I backed up, freeing myself. "That's the deal-breaker, isn't it?" he murmured. "Daniel." "I trust--" "I know you do. But I don't, and not because I think he's untrustworthy, but because I don't know him well enough to be sure he won't screw up. The only person I trust is you.

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?" I gave a soft laugh and shook my head. "Do I at least smell better than I did yesterday?" "No. Sorry.

When I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one arm going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.

He called after me, "How old am I, Maya?" I turned. "How the hell should I know? Whatever you've told the school, I'm sure it's a lie anyway.

I was feeling skittish and unsettled and spooked by everything that was happening in my life. There was only one person who made me feel like my feet were firmly on the ground. And I'd let him walk away.

She picked up a stick and began idling poking around a patch of bare earth. Then she wrote "Don't be stupid." She erased it, doodled a bit, then wrote, "I'm fine." I hesitated, but she was right. It was a trap and my chances of foiling it were slim to none. If I got caught, could I trust Daniel not to come after me? No. Could I trust Corey and Sam to make it to safety alone? No.

Corey--who'd been walking ahead with Sam--let out a whistle. He gestured to a tractor trailer, pulling out of what looked like a parking lot. We jogged up to Corey and Sam. "Please don't be closed for the season," Corey murmured as we picked up speed. "Please don't be staffed by witches and demons, lying in wait for us. Please, please, please, just give us a break.

Daca eram nebuna, mi-as fi dat seama? Exact asta insemna sa fii nebun, nu-i asa? Tu crezi ca esti in buna regula. Toti ceilalti au o alta parere. Poate ca eram nebuna.

Still, as good as I am, there was no way the marten should have been racing around her cage. When I said that to Daniel, he only shrugged. "Obviously she wasn't as badly hurt as you thought. Hate to break it to you, Maya, but you can be wrong.