Quotes About Uncertainty

Who knows what we all are before anything happens?

And it did me no good to recall particular conversations (if indeed these were particular conversations I was remembering so vividly, rather than inventions of my uneasy brain). Remembering clarified nothing.

Our faith stands like an island,' he proclaims, 'lashed by a sea of doubt.

I've been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what's going to hurt.

My future was about to happen.

I tell you frankly, Mrs. Damer, the more I see of different nations, the less sure I feel about the pre-eminence of my own.

I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.

It was only a path through the woods, I told myself. Tangled and faint and looping but a path just the same, and didn't every path have an end?

And how will we recognise our island?' Trian wonders. 'By a sign of some kind.' Cormac realises something: the Prior doesn't know. Trian hesitates as if about to say more, but doesn't. It comes to Cormac that maybe it's their fault the boat hasn't reached the island yet, his and Trian's. We of little faith.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writing because I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

Do it trembling if you must, but do it!

Libby seems a good sort. I don't know that I'm

Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over

Wait, said Butler. Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan. He squinted through the green dome. What is your plan, Artemis? All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.

Perhaps we can win, he thought. But there will be no happy ending

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

Probably is absolutely the best I can do.

It's a strange feeling not to know who you are exactly.

I don't trust any of you.

I don't know what to believe, or who to trust.

Cosmo sank into a near trancelike state. The events of the past few days bounced around his head like blobs of oil in a lava lamp. Who was he now? Cosmo Hill fugitive no-sponsor, or Cosmo Hill Supernaturalist? Who was Cosmo Hill anyhow? A product of Clarissa Frayne, with no personality to speak of. Fourteen years old and he had never kissed a girl.

The centaur was unconvinced. "I doubt it. My bugs don't have bugs.

There was nothing in Holly Short's future but death. Her current future. But the future could be changed.

The Hitchhiker's Guide is a hundred percent accurate. Reality, however, is not as reliable.