Quotes About Uncertainty

them in," he said in a gravelly voice. A minute

Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.

What do you mean?" He suddenly found himself wishing she'd hug him again.

there. Before they eat my brain and start heading for my heart." He whimpered, a sound that seemed to Mark more like it would come from an injured dog than from a human. "What symptoms are you feeling?" Lana asked. "What happened to Misty?" Mark watched as the Toad raised his hands up and pressed them against the sides of his head. Even his silhouette was creepy doing such a thing.

Thomas stepped into the hall with Newt, scared to death of what his friend might say and how crazy it might sound. The seconds were ticking away. They walked a few feet from the door before Newt stopped and faced him,

Well, this is hard because I don't know what you know.

Pretty sure we just arrived in bloody hell. Always thought you'd end up here, Minho, but not me.

What if this is some kind of trap?" "Yeah," Minho said, "Maybe we should think about this." "No." Thomas shook his head. "We can't try to outguess them any more. Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do." "Huh?" the three of them asked at the same time, confusion transforming their faces.

He liked to think he was brave, but he felt the fear of so much unpredictability, swirling all around him like the waters of a raging ocean, sharp rocks hidden beneath the dark, white-capped surface.

Michael was not himself. He lay on the bed of a stranger,

maybe its all gonna be over" "Yeah, right." Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once

False hope. Guess that's better than no hope at all.

don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

We just need to get through it. Walk fast, but don't look like you know where you're going. We can't afford to carry anything—empty your arms and pockets or we might get attacked. We'll just have to hope we can find things in the Lincoln Building.

It had been so close that day. If he'd known all that would come after, would he still have fought so hard to survive?

it occurred to him that maybe the world wasn't so bad after all... gradually details he hadn't noticed began to come into focus... Almost everyone looked uneasy. They all seemed to be avoiding each other-and not just to be polite. They seemed to take serious measures to stay clear of everyone else.

Well, you know how things go sometimes. Bada-boom bada-bing, and you died, too. - Dak

There's that short moment that seems to last a lifetime when Mark sees the wall of water rushing down the steps of the subtrans station, like a stampede of white, frothy horses. He wonders a thousand things. How he got there. What's happened above them in the city. Is his family dead. What does the future hold. What's it like to drown.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. "You're—we're—doing the right thing." "I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

close his eyes again. "What're you

Mark had so many questions, he couldn't get them out fast enough.

Thomas let go of her, leaned his head back against the wall. She pressed in again and wrapped her arms around his middle. "Uh … Brenda?" he asked. Something wasn't right with this girl. "Yeah?" she mumbled against his chest. "What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" "Don't you think it's a little weird how you're acting?

Michael didn't know how or when it ended.

Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says … 'To be killed by Group B.'