Quotes About Uncertainty

Allow doubt to enter your mind, and the doubt will become self-fulfilling.

Halt sighed in exasperation. "What is it with you Araluens? Are you all afraid of a little fall?" He began hauling the rope up, coiling it over his shoulder as it came. "It's not the fall that bothers me," said Duncan. "It's the sudden stop at the end.

What if Halt were wrong?

Each time, he felt that this could well be the last. He put both arms around Evanlyn, felt her arms go around his neck in return

Always expect something to go wrong. Believe me, if you wrong, your not disappointed. If your right, your ready for it.

Why not?" Then she thought further. "I wonder what Halt will say when we put it to him.

Je hebt echt overal aan gedacht,' zei ze. Will keek op en schudde ontkennend zijn hoofd. 'Dat betwijfel ik,' zei hij ernstig. 'Hoe goed je ook alles plant, hoe goed je je voorbereidt - je hebt nooit aan alles gedacht.

I don't know. I don't know. And . . . I don't know

Maybe the wind will get up again," he added hopefully. "Maybe," Jesper replied. He sounded a lot less hopeful about it. "I've found in the past that when you're in a jam and you really need something to happen, it usually doesn't.

Washhouse is at the back," he said. "Breakfast in ten minutes." She nodded again, uncertain as to how to respond. His tone and manner were not as grim as the previous night.

Always a dangerous pastime

he might be wrong.

Always expect something to go wrong," he told him. "Believe me, if you're wrong, you're not dissapointed. If you're right, you're ready for it.

The reality is if a strategy or tactic is working now, the odds are high that it won't work in the future. There is just too much change taking place in our world for it to be any other way.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...

surely by now you must know: It's love; it's love—but will there ever be good news?...

my novels are like life - I never know where they're going until I get to the end...

The thing about living with a death sentence for so long is you tend to miss the moment life starts to get better because you're so ready for it to get much, much worse.

Some days load themselves with questions whose answers have died, and maybe never mattered hugely

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.