Quotes About Uncertainty

You switched the days," I said, dismayed. "You blew the tire. You..." I trailed off, probably because the next words out of my mouth were either going to be "You are enough to do this?" or "You're destined for a life of crime." It was a toss-up either way.

You don't have to do this, Kat." "I've been hearing that a lot lately." "He's right." "I didn't say who had said it," she countered. "You didn't have to." He looked out at the water. "You two are good together." "We're not together," Kat said automatically. "Sure you are. You just don't know it yet.

I've seen Joe Solomon every school day for more than a year, but I don't think I'll ever really know him. There are times when he's one of the strongest people I've ever known, and then there are moments--like this one--when I think he might be broken, deep down, in a place that will never mend.

Hope is a delicate thing. A dangerous thing.

You're still running." "He's right, you know." Kat stopped at the sound of the voice. Her hand was on the doorknob, freedom just inches away, but it was like she'd forgotten how to unlock a door when she turned around and saw Hale sitting alone at the top of the stairs.

It's not safe out there," he says, too close to my ear. "Yeah...well..." I look at him. "Maybe it's not safe in here either.

What about you?" he asked. "Are you going to kill me?" Maddie had to think about the answer. "Why would I do that when I just have to get out of the way and let Alaska do it for me?

A mind is totally big enough to get lost inside - to go crazy if you're left with too much time and too much room to let your biggest fears run free.

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

There were always a million ways a job could go wrong, but only one way for it to go right.

Four years ago my dad went on a mission. He didn't come home. No one knows what… happened." Then Zach looked at me and said the words I've always known but never dared to utter: "Somebody knows.

But what's going to haunt me more in the future- memories or regrets? I honestly do not know.

Standing on Abiram Stein's front steps, facing the street, Kat felt very different from when she'd stood in that same spot forty minutes earlier, facing the door. Suspicions were facts. Fears were real. And ghosts were alive as she stood where her mother had once stood, unsure how to follow in her footsteps.

Once they notice, they'll try to reach my dad, who is either back and going crazy or is on his way back and will begin going crazy anytime now.

In a single breath, reality as you know it can simply fall away.

Sé que no crees que pueda soportar saber lo que pasó. ¿Pero no lo ves? No hay nada peor que no saber.

I could slip quietly out into the world and never be seen again. But life is never like that, is it? Things keep happening until you die.

Nadie prefiere ya lo malo conocido a lo bueno por conocer.

Habíamos sido felices caminando sobre una cuerda floja, habíamos florecido en un infección de contradicciones, nos habíamos encontrado en un laberinto de paradojas sin mirar nunca al suelo, sin mirar nunca al cielo, sin mirar.

The death of a collaborator gives us an unnerving premonition that a like violence—a heavy or sharp tool that slips, an automobile collision, a microbe—could abruptly befall us in our time and space of work and reason, and could annihilate, along with our future, the significance of our past.

Death is only one of many ways to lose your life.

Miraba a los ojos de su interlocutor, pero no era a él a quien miraba. Es decir, más que mirar parecía estar buscando, con secreta y paciente astucia, ese otro ser que nos acompaña siempre y que únicamente sale a la superficie cuando estamos solos, para entregar ciertos mensajes, disolver ciertas frágiles certezas y dejarnos en el desamparo de inconfesables perplejidades...

In religious belief as elsewhere, we must take our chances, recognizing that we could be wrong, dreadfully wrong. There are no guarantees; the religious life is a venture; foolish and debilitating error is a permanent possibility. (If we can be wrong, however, we can also be right.)

To survive, to avert what we have termed future shock, the individual must become infinitely more adaptable and capable than ever before. We must search out totally new ways to anchor ourselves, for all the old roots - religion, nation, community, family, or profession - are now shaking under the hurricane impact of the accelerative thrust. It is no longer resources that limit decisions, it is the decision that makes the resources.