Quotes About Uncertainty

When all the normal patterns and routines of a person's life fell apart—and with such shocking suddenness—you had to find something you could hold onto, something that was both sane and predictable.

Maybe this isn't home, nor ever was- maybe home is where I have to go tonight. Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

The over-all impression is one of a town that is waiting to die. It is not enough, these days, to say that Chamberlain will never be the same. It may be closer to the truth to say that Chamberlain will simply never again be.

She had always consciously or unconsciously formed fear into a simple equation: fears = unknown.

They lived in fearful perplexity and passed it off as imagination

Question: Death, where is thy sting? Answer: Every-fucking-where.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

The devil you knew was always preferable to the devil you didn't.

Are you still forgetting things? I don't know, I can't remember, I said.

Being ninety-five percent sure isn't a hundred.

In that instant she knew what it must feel like to cross a river into a foreign country, and then set fire to the bridge behind you, and stand on the riverbank, watching and breathing deeply as your only chance of retreat went up in smoke.

But who can foresee such things? None of us can predict the final outcomes of our actions, and few of us even try; most of us just do what we do to prolong a moment's pleasure or to stop the pain. And even when we act for the noblest reasons, the last link of the chain all too often drips with someone's blood.

You know how it's going to end, but instead of spoiling things, that somehow increases your fascination. It's like watching a kid run his electric train faster and faster and waiting for it to derail on one of the curves.

He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.

She did not know if her gift had come from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she did not care which, she was overcome with an almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

In case you didn't know it, friend, the Weather Bureau can post tornado warnings, but when it comes to telling exactly when and where they'll touch down, they don't know fuck-all.

Having a breakdown was like breaking a vase and then gluing it back together. You could never trust yourself to handle that vase again with any surety. You couldn't put a flower in it because flowers need water and water might dissolve the glue. Am I crazy, then?

Not being sure of things , he knew, was a charmless corner of purgatory reserved for writers who were driving fast with no idea at all where they were going.

There were no violins or warning bells when I pulled the janitor's theme off the top of the stack and set it before me, no sense that my little life was about to change. But we never know, do we? Life turns on a dime.

We don't know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.

Hello, Not-There," Piper said. Not-There was her private name for God just lately. Earlier in the fall it had been The Great Maybe. During the summer, it had been The Omnipotent Could-Be.

The world is insane. You only have to watch the news to know it.

Why didn't you kill me like you did that guy back there? Billy? Or does it even make any sense to ask? Are you beyond why?' Oh shit, we're all beyond why, you know that.

By tomorrow at this time, I think you're going to have a much better idea of what crazy is. -- Ev Hillman