Quotes About Uncertainty

It's better to assume trust and find out that you are wrong than to always assume people are trying to screw you over,

Neither man argued. Greg stared out the window at the house, probably conjuring up unspeakable horrors. Myron's left leg started jackhammering. It often did when he was tense. Stan reached for the door handle. That

You die. It's over. But right now, I'm not sure.

Believing in nurture is like believing in God. You might be wrong, but you might as well cover your bases.

An awkward impasse. No one knew exactly how to say good-bye. A wave? A handshake? A kiss?

It comforts us to think that we have control when we don't.

When Myron got back to the Dakota, Win was heading out with his leather gym bag and Terese was gone. "She left a note," Win said, handing it to Myron. Had to go back early. I'll call. Terese Myron read the note again. It didn't change. He folded it up and put it away.

Her life hadn't just taken detours or even gone off the rails. It was as though the rails had vanished beneath her. A person needs answers. A person needs them to make some kind of sense. They

Maura calling her?" I shrug.

Before leaving the hospital, Myron played lawyer and warned Loren Muse not to speak to his client Lex Ryder without legal counsel. She responded that he should be fruitful and multiply, but not in those exact words. Win and Esperanza arrived. Win filled him in on his prison encounter with Frank Ache. Myron wasn't sure what to make of it. "Perhaps

again, so had the rest of the

Maybe Jared was sick today. He lived, I knew thanks to Spoon, on the second floor of Barna House. I could go and see if he was there. The other option was to . . . to what? I could go find Ema at the deli, but then it might be harder to come back on campus without a lot of questions. Might

What do you want?" I asked. No one answered. The van pulled to a quick stop around the corner. The big Asian guy slid in, and the van started up again. He bent down, gazing at me with what looked like mild curiosity. "Why were you at the park?" he asked me. His voice threw me. I had expected something growling or menacing, but his tone was gentle, high-pitched, and creepily childlike.

Yiddish proverb: Man plans, God laughs.

So add up all the new clues and… Broome didn't have a clue. And

Do you know where he went earlier that day?" Tawny shook her head. The stale stench of hairspray and regret wafted toward him.

We're in a minefield," she said. "Like someone just dropped us right in the middle of it, and if we move too fast in any direction, we're going to step on an explosive and blow this whole thing up.

Life was random, choosing to coddle some and destroy others without plan or justification. That was just how things worked. Accept it and move on.

But it's not up to you to decide what's safe," she said. "It's not up to me either." "Don't tell me," Ash said. "It's in God's hands." She smiled at him. It was, as always, even with the strange hair color and new cut, beatific. The smile struck his heart with a gentle boom.

There were only two: the husband and the fey weirdo in black. Dimonte noted that the husband appeared distraught, though that could be an act. But first things first. Dimonte

And then we were all lifted and hurled away from there, down back the way we had come, around a bend, into a darkway we had never explored, over terrain that was ruined and filled with broken glass and rotting cables and rusted metal and far away further than any of us had ever been

Romance depends upon imperfect knowledge.

She was almost in love with him. No, that's impossible, she thought: either you are or you aren't. Love's the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it's a you-do or you-don't proposition with them all. (Chapter 1)

I interrupted to make Uncle Jack let me know when he would pull it out, but he held up a bloody splinter in a pair of tweezers and said he yanked it while I was laughing, that was what was known as relativity.