Quotes About Uncertainty

lay there on my pallet, hoping it would improve soon and wondering, in a distant, unreproachful sort of way, if I was any kind of man at all, and decided that I probably wasn't.

when you're at your most uncertain, face the world as if nothing can shake you.

Sometimes you don't even know what you want until you find out you can't have it.

So much of dealing with a disease is waiting. Waiting for appointments, for tests, for procedures. And waiting, more broadly, for it --for the thing itself, for the other shoe to drop. Except in the waiting you keep forgetting that it will really happen--it's more like a threat, an anxiety: Will my love love me forever?

The truth is I love you. I think I've loved you for as long as I've known you. Like a little sister in the early years and then as a friend. But last Christmas something changed. I backed away from it because it was too...I don't know...I guess because I was worried it would change everything. But it had already changed everything, hadn't it? There was no going back.

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

The women are young, young, young, liquidy and sweet-looking; they are batter, and I am the sponge cake they don't know they'll become. I stand here, a lone loaf, stuck to the pan.

You try to plan your life, but that's not how it works.

Sometimes she was even sure that she had ever really existed.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

Yet even though they were together, she could not stop worrying about how much time they would have-

I give myself to you. she whispered. No. Not yet, he sighed. If not now, when?... Time might be running out for me. For us.

Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely

I'm just a little lonely, that's all. I don't know what my future has in store. I don't want to talk to Josh about it, just because I don't think he'd understand.

Do we have a plan?" Alistair asks nervously, fidgeting with his hands. "No," Jack says. "But knowing we don't have a plan is better than not knowing we need one.

I don't know. I live day to day, waiting for the next terrible thing to happen.

And then I thought that it wasn't fair that at seventeen you could make choices that you might regret for the rest of your life because you really had no idea what you were doing and the stakes were just too high.

That's the thing about dying. Nobody knows how long it takes.

I'M NOT buying it, Daniel.

It seems that wishing and hoping and dreaming and remembering can be eve more helpful than knowing what's going to happen.

Y]ou can't control everything. Anything, really. Like the food we've been making. We can follow the recipe exactly as your grandmother wrote it, do everything exactly--or almost exactly--as she had, and the dish can come out so-so instead of amazing. Or it can come out amazing when you were expecting very little.

But disbelief wasn't enough to wound someone. Disbelief only hurt when someone wanted to believe.

Today, I will wait if the way is not clear. I will trust that out of the chaos will come clarity.