Quotes About Uncertainty

It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

What do I want? Why is that simple question - four little words - so impossible to answer?

Ain't that the way of the world, now? Good luck turns bad. Bad luck turns good. Just a big rolling craps game played between this world and the next, and we the dice getting tossed around.

You can never really know someone completely. That's why it's the most terrifying thing in the world, really - taking someone on faith, hoping they'll take you on faith too. It's such a precious balance, it's a wonder we do it at all.

Do right. It's what Ling's mother would say. But in times like these, how could you know what was right? Ling sat on the steps for a while longer, watching Alma's champagne-colored dress swish down the street. Only when Alma rounded the corner did Ling let out the chocking sob. Good-bye, she whispered. Nearby, the bird watched her intently.

Whatever is without question is most vulnerable.

We are nowhere, wanting to be somewhere, idling at the starting line of adulthood.

Maybe he would kill one of them for fun. Maybe not. Mood was everything.

What fresh hell is this?" Adina muttered.

Cuando el mundo avanza demasiado rápido para algunas personas, éstas intentan hacernos retroceder a todos con su miedo.

The sound of the engine changed from a hardworking drone to a hum. My stomach lurched to my chest. Now we would fall out of the sky. We hit a bump, and the plane lifted, as if soaring over a bubble. I waited for the corresponding drop. It didn't come.

They are trying to hold on to a world that no longer exists. They are blind and terrified because they feel it slipping away from them. They are gripping thin air but they keep trying desperately to hold on to it - hoping the air will turn into something familiar and solid.

Melakukan sesuatu yang baru mungkin bisa berakhir dengan kegagalan atau mungkin merupakan hal terbaik yang pernah kita lakukan - tetapi kita tidak akan pernah tahu bila tidak mencoba.

Waiting for the What Ifs of life, for what might happen, causes the sturdiest of hearts to be anxious.

She felt both relaxed and protected with him, at least from outside forces. Nothing, it seemed, could protect her from him, and tonight she wasn't even certain she wanted to be. Claimed, and mated. She was his, but was he hers? And if he was, what in hell did they do about it? "I don't even know what you want," she said fretfully, beginning to lose herself in rising sensation. "This," he muttered in a dark, rough tone. "You. Everything.

He didn't believe in miracles. If he'd had any philosophy in life in ran along the lines of the classic shit happens. Usually it was bad shit, sometimes it was good shit, but it was always random shit. You lived your life, & when the run was ended, that was it. Nothing.

A stab in the dark sometimes brought blood.

She shook her head, as if she couldn't

What could have happened to make a man look like that, as if he believed in nothing, trusted no one, and had nothing left of any value to himself except, perhaps, his own life—and that was only a "perhaps." Yet he was still only a man, for all his dangerousness. He was tired and ill, and

heaven or hell...She couldn't tell one from the other.

You only fear something that hasn't happened. Once it has happened, all you can do is deal with it.

Why is it so important that you know right now who he is? If he lives, you can ask him. If he dies—" She halted abruptly.

The last damn thing he needed now was a two-week ride into the Washington Territory. For all he knew, he might come back and find Emma married to that piss-ant banker she seemed to think of so highly. Riding