Quotes About Uncertainty

It was a vague belief that she herself was not quite real—or that she did not belong to the life she had been born into.

And as she lay and listened, it was as if she were not only listening but waiting for something. She did not know at all what she was waiting for, but waiting she was.

You never know, of course, when you write a book what its fate will be. Sink out of sight, soar to the sun–who knows. I love this quote from Frances Mayes. It pretty much sums up the Great Unknown of book writing.

The words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths.

Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way.

Look if you like but you will have to leap. Yes, I've always known that; I just didn't know that I knew.

What if you did not feel uncertainty, the white writing says. Are you exempt from doubt? Why not rename it excitement?

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. "How could you want one?" My Secret Agent Lover Man said. "There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby," he said.

He might be faithless but I believe in him.

You try to decide if you should take this as a message of endings. Or beginnings.

Maybe I'm afraid of the sword not because I think I might fail to defend us but because I'm not so certain I won't give up and turn it on myself.

Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?

Life was a suitcase. "That'll

He was increasingly doubtful of the existence of any God; but he hoped it was a vengeful one.

Everything works out for the best. It's one of those things we say to comfort ourselves. A phrase that gets repeated so often we cease to question the absence of logic inherent in the statement. Since we have no way of knowing what the alternate reality might have been, we have no way of knowing if things worked out of the best or not.

And something tells me that the week ahead won't be easy, either.

The van. The man. He was driving her somewhere. But where? To her death? To an unspeakable horror that was too painful even to think about?

Oh, I'm sure he won't be for long

From the beginning, he'd understood what every three-year-old knows: that the vague threat is way scarier than knowing how much trouble, exactly, you're facing.

Oh! Hadassah said, a catch in her throat. Put me down, please. Rashid knew in that instant they were in the lion's den.

Why couldn't he trust that the Lord would do the same for her? Because he knew she didn't believe.

Jonathan closed his eyes. Oh, God, it's not the way I had things planned. But then, what of real, lasting value ever is?

Perhaps he had already sensed God's leading, and been troubled and unsure why.