Quotes About Uncertainty

feel like we're taking a bad trip down a yellow brick road, but what waits for us behind that curtain is no charlatan, rather an enormously powerful, staggeringly dangerous wizard of chaos.

One thing I do know is things can always get worse, most often at the precise moment you've decided they can't.

He slowed a little so I could hear him better. "No, they're night people, Ms. Lane. They'll be up and just as willing to see me, as I am to see them. We like to keep tabs on one another. They, however, don't have you. " A slow smile curved his lips. He was hugely pleased with the new secret weapon he had in me. I had a sudden dismal view of my future, of being led around and asked incessantly, like one of those Verizon commercials, Do you feel sick now?

Liminal sucks. You can't grasp it with your hands and shape it. You can't make midnight come faster, or grow up sooner, or avoid the in-betweens. You can only hang in there, and get through them.

What good is it to be a superhero if you only are some of the time and you never get to know when?

I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo. I'd like to tell you that the monster under the bed is rarely as bad as your fear of it, but in my experience it's almost always worse.

He was waiting, one strong hand outstretched. She had no idea what he was doing, or where he thought he was going. He was asking her to say "yes" without knowing. He was asking for that leap of faith Gwen had warned her about. For the second time in less than forty-eight hours, the man was asking her to throw all caution to the wind and leap with him, trusting that he wouldn't let her fall.

Folks need faith in times like these. You can't give somebody faith. They either got it or they don't. But you sure can try to give them hope.

They say if you die in a dream, your heart stops in real life. I don't know if that's true. I've never known anyone who died in a dream to ask. Maybe because they're all dead.

If she makes a single misstep, you're dead." I feel the blood drain from my face. I always misstep. Misstep is my middle name, right after Mega. I can't not misstep. I have feet.

Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are.

Ölürken, geçiÅŸ s?ras?nda, bir an var. YaÅŸam yerini ölüme, dolu yerini boÅŸa b?rak?yor. Bir an. Her ÅŸey çok h?zl?. Geri dön, geri dön, diye ba??rmak istiyorum. Bir dakikaya daha ihtiyac?m var. Bir gülümsemeye daha. Her ÅŸeyi düzeltmek için bir ÅŸansa daha. Ama gitti. Yok art?k. Nereye gitti? Hayata ölümden sonra ne oluyor? Bir yere mi gidiyor, yoksa tamamen mi kayboluyor?

Still irritable and defiant, despite her fear. She's a piece of work. "That's a risk we're both taking. We don't know each other. Do you really want to stay in the bottle?" "For now," she says tightly, "I think so, yes." "Fine. Have it your way. If you come out, you must come directly to me, and I will set the parameters you must obey. Deal?" "Deal.

Who doesn't know life is complicated? What I want to know is how to apply that to the nuts and bolts of my existence. Folks never tell you that part.

Heavy stuff, I know. I think I've finally graduated from the don't-knows that don't know to the don't-knows that do. Barrons had security cameras in the garage. He'd just given me a tape of myself breaking into it.

As she'd already learned to her cost, there were no guarantees in life, no guarantees that the person you loved would be there from one day to the next, no guarantees about anything at all.

In those days family had been a given, a fact of life that she took for granted, like air to breathe. The coming storms that would tear them apart, tear everything apart, were not yet even a cloud on the horizon.

I ignored her and continued down the hall. I had only four more hours to perfect the Sausalito. I was worried only about myself. By that stage, I was no longer certain of how the pack felt about anything.

You know, I have always hated that expression, "a blessing or a curse." As if anything in life were so neatly divisible. Let's try this: a freedom, or something worse.

The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.

What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same? Doubt you'd be happy. So, why are you afraid of change?

The hardest thing about "everything happens for a reason" is waiting for that reason to show up.

Just cuz you get to the end doesn't mean you know what happened.

Just like all great stories, our fears focus our attention on a question that is as important in life as it is in literature: What will happen next?