Quotes About Uncertainty

At times, I become confused about the order in which things should be told. Parts of me know things that other parts do not, and sometimes I both know a thing and do not know it, or part of me knows something is true and another part knows it is not true, and there is nothing to allow me to negotiate between the two.

Have I been clear enough? The world is dying, is in fact already well on its way to being dead. Were it not, you never would never have wandered in here. You would never have occasion to think, what is this? An unoccupied bunker in which to shelter myself? What luck! And then have fallen into my trap. You instead would have a job in a small town as an accountant, say, or a data specialist.

Brian Evenson

We do not know what is on the other side of the storm.

These cords that God makes, Reverend Bauxite thought, we stand holding one end while they run taut into the darkness.

All my life, I'd been hurrying to get somewhere, without the slightest idea where that was.

to arouse suspicion over time. So far, surprisingly

Everybody lived like a character in a one-act play that nobody understood; getting by from one moment to the next was like trying to hold on to your hat in a gusty wind.

quantum mechanics—the physics of our world—requires that you hold such pedestrian complaints in abeyance.

THERE ARE times in life when the wrong thing to do is actually the right thing to do. Maybe vice versa, too. I don't know. I haven't gotten around to testing that theory yet.

Sure, this will probably end up being another in a long line of emotionally crippling misadventures...but let's try to have some fun along the way.

My name is Brian Keene and I am either losing my mind or I am being haunted.  Or both.

I'm sure I am wrong about many things, although I'm not sure exactly which things I'm wrong about. I'm even sure I'm wrong about what I think I'm right about in at least some cases.

And maybe, although it was a thing you could hardly bear to think about, like death or your last judgment, maybe he would be the last one ever and he would walk away now and it would only be a question of waiting for it all to end and hoping for better things in the next world. But that was silly, it was never too late.

What about those men you read about in newspaper stories who walk out of their homes saying they are going down to the corner to buy cigarettes and are never heard from again? This is Paris. I am here. What if I never go back?

The Protestants don't believe in Britain and the Catholics don't believe in God. And none of us believes in the future.

Fear of any undertaking, to her way of thinking, was usually a reason to go ahead with it.

But. There's always a "but" in life, isn't there?

As Prussian field marshal Helmuth Karl Bernhard Graf von Moltke said, "No battle plan survives contact with the enemy.

Albert shrugged, but Joseph could sense a world of things his uncle wasn't saying.

When he woke, she was gone. He lay for a long while looking up at the tent roof, wondering how much he cared. He needed company, although he was never wholly comfortable with it; he needed a woman, although he was never wholly happy with one. He wanted to talk, although he knew most talk was an admission of non-communication.

I take great comfort in the fact that they might kill me before things actually get worse.

The biggest labor problem is tomorrow.

I would save studying for a test until the night before the test because I didn't know if I was even going to be alive to take it anyway, so why bother? This was the attitude of all my friends.