Quotes About Uncertainty

sometimes the show can't go on

And I thought maybe I didn't need to worry about my heart anymore because it had stopped beating a couple of seconds earlier, and I was still sitting there living and breathing-though admittedly I wasn't feeling much of anything.

This could be heaven or this could be hell'?" "A lot will depend on the mattress.

But that peek into his uncensored brain made it clear he too realized there was a good chance things weren't going to work out for us, that the idea of it not working out was already in his mind, and in some corner of his heart he was already preparing for it. And since I was already preparing to prepare for it too, I'm not sure why it made me so sad. But it did. It was like someone cut my lifeline.

When was the last time anyone in these parts had been attacked by a bear or a mountain lion? It was possible, but not probable, right? Maybe it was something harmless. A deer or a stray cow. Or a really big rabbit.

Did he want to put a cock ring on me or did he fear I wanted to put a wedding ring on him?

Sembrava esserci una strana, dolce continuità in quell'amoreggiare incerto e reverente, eppure, in un certo senso, era come se fosse la prima volta mentre facevamo l'amore tra le rovine dei sogni di Jake. Ed era la prima volta. La prima volta che stavamo insieme senza segreti e restrizioni. Eravamo nudi… in ogni modo possibile.

WTF was my problem?

You're not sure because you're feeling pretty stiff and achy, and

Lavender and I have been living in a house of cards, while Smiley Daddy took us to Greece. He

He had lost his child; he knew how fast things could spin out of control. He knew a person could lose anything in half a heartbeat.

We know not of the future and cannot plan for it much.

I don't know; I haven't heard from Uncle Stuart since the day we drove out to Brooklyn together to talk to Mirav Mendelsohn. I miss him, in a way. He meant so much more to me than I could ever mean to him. You don't get too many people like that. Roy Belisle and Bob Santacroce and Stuart Plotz- any one of them could have been something that was almost everything, if things had worked out just a little differently.

I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you why I write at all.

I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better I can not tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me.

Today, many people not only take the self for granted but struggle mightily to connect it to anything larger. In Lincoln's time, the idea of the self had the power—tinged with uncertainty, even with danger—of something emerging and ascending.

Most suicidal people don't have a sense of what will come next. In particular, writes Edwin Shneidman, "The idea of Hell does not ordinarily enter into suicide . . . The destination (or concern) is not to go anywhere, except away.

Wisest is she who knows she does not know.

It's not a silly question if you can't answer it.

You're sure he's not a cross-dresser?" Diana asked.

What else would anyone want to know? Personality: Tense. Is that past or present tense? It's perpetual tense.

There are certain times where it does not matter If you hear the word yes or the word no in answer to your question, whether you turn left or right, you will reach your destination. Not many but some.

What good stories deal with is the horror and incomprehensibility of time, the dark encroachment of old catastrophes.

But there was a rumble of panic underneath everything. And if it wasn't the fear of death, what was it? She felt it always, the terror, even in the brightest moments. What was it then, when she didn't even care?