Quotes About Uncertainty

No one had the answers. Worse. There weren't any. The best you could do was play a long con and act as if you had them. Never show fear. Never show doubt.

Life rarely turns out the way we expect. We must bend with the circumstances.

Bad news is never a surprise. Just a disappointment.

Oh well," sighed Glokta. "A man has to have hope doesn't he?" "Of course sir," muttered the servant, heading for the door. Does he?

Jezal was beginning to doubt that anyone in a position of high authority ever really knew what they were doing. The best one could hope for was to maintain some shred of an illusion that one might.

On the right side of history, maybe. Vick snorted. 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.

Which side are we on, then?" "That's one o'those questions you try not to answer till you have to.

What proof could there be, after all? A birthmark on Luthar's arse in the shape of a crown? Proof is boring. Proof is tiresome. Proof is an irrelevance. People would far rather be handed an easy lie than search for a difficult truth, especially if it suits their own purposes. And most of us would far rather have a king with no friends and no enemies, than a king with plenty of both. Most of us would rather have things stay as they are, than risk an uncertain future.

war, plans and reality barely noticed each other in passing. Panicked guesswork was the best one could hope for.

Fuck,' he whispered. 'Aye,' said Shivers. Craw almost took a tumble on the wet grass. 'Til he remembered there was an awful lot a man could be saying fuck about. That's the beauty of the word. It can mean just about anything, depending on how things stand. Horror, shock, pain, fear, worry. None were out of place. There was a battle on.

If anyone had asked him, Clover would've said there was less than no chance this'd be settled with talk. But you never realise how much hope you're holding till it gets knifed and thrown off a roof.

Few indeed are those who get a choice. We do as we are told. We stand or fall beside those who were born near to us, who look as we do, who speak the same words, and all the while we know as little of the reasons why as does the dust we return to.' Her

She found she had a great deal less courage altogether than she had smugly supposed while blackmailing investors, or choosing a wig, or pronouncing social death sentences in the salons of Adua. She had always reckoned herself such a gambler. No more audacious woman in the Union. Now she realised the games had always been rigged in her favour. She never had to gamble with her life before, and the stakes had risen suddenly far too high for her taste.

She had always reckoned herself such a gambler. No more audacious woman in the Union. Now she realised the games had always been rigged in her favour. She never had to gamble with her life before, and the stakes had risen suddenly far too high for her taste.

No one was safe in Valbeck now. Perhaps no one ever truly was. Perhaps safety was a lie people told themselves so they could carry on.

Folk aren't just cowards or heroes. They're both and neither, depending on how things stand. Depending on who stands with them, who stands against. Depending on the life they've had. The death they see waiting. They

The thing about history is you don't know what the right side is till long afterwards, and by then it hardly matters.

Ya cruzaremos ese puente cuando lleguemos a él

The Solid Ground We Stand On … Isn't

Reality can be a bit of a moving target—literally.

According to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, we never know where the electron is going to appear in the electron cloud, yet from nothing comes something. This is why quantum physics is so exciting and unpredictable: The electron is not always physical matter; rather, it exists as the energy or as the probability of a wave. It is only through the act of observation by an observer that it appears.

The only thing I can assure you of is this: The unknown has never let me down.

There's no such thing as writing about the future. The future hasn't happened yet.

In the few moments I lay awake after finally lying down, the thought came to me that the next time I closed my eyes could well be the last. And partly because of the drug hangover, mostly because of the past day's horrors, I found that I really didn't give a shit.