Quotes About Uncertainty

said. "Who are you? Was my uncle working for you? Did you kill him?" "So many questions," Crawley muttered. "But I'm afraid we're not authorized to give you the answers." The second man lifted his hand and Alex saw that he was holding a gun. He stood up behind the desk, holding the file as if to protect himself. "No…" he began. The man

As Leo had said to me, none of us knew what our crime was, but reading the book was certainly a punishment. The

the covers, I tried to persuade myself that everything would be all right. It was the beginning of the longest night of my life. I took off my outer clothes and lay down on the second bunk but I couldn't sleep. I was frightened that the fire would go out. I was

But if there was one thing that life had taught him, it was the futility of making plans. Life had its own agenda.

futility of making plans. Life had its own agenda.

Whodunnits are all about truth: nothing more, nothing less. In a world full of uncertainties, is it not inherently satisfying to come to the last page with every i dotted and every t crossed? The stories mimic our experience in the world. We are surrounded by tensions and ambiguities, which we spend half our life trying to resolve, and we'll probably be on our own deathbed when we reach that moment when everything

If the laws of physics worked, he would make it across. If they didn't, he would die. It was as simple as that.

It was very hard to tell when he was acting and when he wasn't – sometimes with unfortunate consequences

It could have happened like that.' Why did Hawthorne have to sound so unsure when it was perfectly obvious to me?

Perhaps he had been a little faster. But he had been luckier too. It would not always be that way. Bond knew that there would come a time, a moment in a mission, when his luck would run out. It was a mathematical certainty. No agent had ever survived long in the Double O section and one day someone, somewhere would have the edge and it would be he lying there dead, flat-out in the rain. But not today.

She's the only line of continuity running through the haphazardness of my life, even though there are times when I'm not even sure if I really know her.

All I had, really, were vague feelings.

There are, I think, occasions when you know that you have arrived at the end of a long journey, when, even though your destination is still concealed from sight, you are somehow aware that when you turn the corner that likes just ahead of you, there it will be.

He once said to me that it was like being in one of those Russian prisons where they lock you up without telling you the length of your sentence.

One day, he knew, he would have had enough. He wouldn't be able to control himself any more. And then what? He had no idea.

It's amazing how quickly it can all fall apart.

I felt completely out of my depth. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him but at the same time I was afraid of offending him.

she didn't colour her hair, which was lost in the dead man's land between brown and grey.

He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

warships. It wasn't exactly what

History provides no precise guidelines.

After Westlife, I was in a scared place, you know; you've three children, and I worry about providing for them, and I had no guarantees going forward about the future.

The Great War proved how confused the world is. Depression is proving it again.

I don't like films giving me answers. I like films that are provoking me, that are making me feel not only being in an easy place.