Quotes About Uncertainty

Threats for tomorrow don't cut very deep when today is so damn threatening.

There's always a worse case than your worst case, and more often than not, it happens.

He was less and less sure with every day that being a better man was worth all the effort.

Years, back, when they first made him a sergeant, he'd imagined the officers much have all the answers. When he was given his commission, he'd imagined the generals must have all the answers. When King Orso made him a general, he'd imagined the Closed counsel bust have all the answers. Now, as a lord marshal, he finally knew it for an absolute fact. No one had the answers. Worse. There weren't any.

They say it's men with nothing to lose you should fear. But it's them who fear most.

My suspicions grow with every passing moment. They are never laid to rest. They only change shape.

I'd hate to be lost. But prepare yourself for the possibility of disappointment. Life is full of them." And the manner of its endings is often the greatest one of all.

He was developing a sneaking feeling he had found his way onto the wrong side. Again. But it's not always easy to tell when you're picking. Perhaps, as Kahdia once told him, you are on the wrong side as soon as you pick one.

Nothing is ever fixed. From the moment it is born, from the moment it is built, everything is always dying, decaying, drifting into chaos.

The thing about history is you don't know what the right side is till long afterwards, and by then it hardly matters." "That's the sort o' thing you hear from folk who know they're on the wrong side.

But then, if you leave it long enough, what doesn't end badly?

He trusted to God, since there was no one else. He hoped for heaven. But he fully expected the alternative.

I hardly know the right terms for anything these days. Even if I did, I fear they would be the wrong ones by tomorrow morning.

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does? Gasping, slack-jawed at the foot of the steps, Glokta felt a tingling of anticipation. Here it comes… The

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does?

The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again.

Cuando no se puede tener algo, se quiere. Cuando se tiene, de repente brotan las dudas. Y luego, cuando parece que se puede perder, se descubre que se necesita más que nunca. El

And so the doubts begin... Our doom draws nearer, and every man sees it. A strange thing, death. Far away, you can laugh at it, but as it comes closer it looks worse and worse. Close enough to touch, and no one laughs.

Dimbik had once been told that the best soldiers are rarely courageous. That was when he had been sure it was the career for him. He started to slide one hand towards his sword, far from sure what he would do with it once it reached the hilt.

Relief, or disappointment? Hard to tell the difference.

Maybe's a game with no winners.

If there is one thing I have learned in all my many last stands, it is that death is never certain, only… extremely likely.

The worst?" Dogman stared at him. "You sure? What about if Bethod does come, and his Carls kick your wall over like a pile o' turds and kill every last one of us?" Crummock's brow furrowed. He frowned down at the ground. He squinted up at the clouds. "True," he said, breaking out in a smile. "That is worse. You got a fast mind, lad.

But we are not prone to nervousness. Perhaps we are the unpleasant things. Perhaps the acts are ours.