Quotes About Uncertainty

It was neither welcoming nor antagonistic, just a question. I wondered if it would be easier to lie.

I don't know why he did it to me. I wish I did. Was it because he hated me, or because he didn't care one way or the other?

We are one another, Finn. I'm not sure what's happening here. I'm not sure why I need to do this.

I do not feel quite real today. How quickly things can change.

Your dilemma is that you do not trust yourself, which is why you stare into darkness. You have been so close to the answer, walked the ground where it lay absorbed by the stones, yet did not recognise it.

Trust you?" Varencienne laughed coldly. "I would as soon trust a shadow on the wind.

He sounded sceptical, but Othman sensed the hope in his words, that dreary, desperate hope. He smiled.

It was as if the potential of the twins had been coaxed out, or unleashed; she wasn't sure which.

We do not know the future, but we can work toward the best possible outcome.

The destiny of the land was sealed, but as yet there was no way of knowing what direction that would take.

She appeared to be confused as if Finnigin's questions had thrown her into a state where she herself had begun to ask questions.

All he saw of the house, as Taropat carried him through its dim-lit rooms, were picture fragments: a high-backed chair: a tilted painting of a frowning face: the gleam of a crystal ball on a cluttered table; a tattered cloth hung from the ceiling; cracked pain on the walls beside the stairs.

He couldn't understand the woman. She twisted and turned like an eel.

As I spoke, I wondered myself why I was taking this deception so far, why I was hurting this lovely, gentle soul whom Metatron trusted above all others. I was poisoning their relationship with my words. Why was I doing this? Was it simply to protect Beth and Avirzah'e? I could no longer be certain of my motives.

This was a station, a limbo-no storehouse, but a refuse heap.

He felt as if all the clocks in the world stopped at that moment. Would Daniel dare not come to him?

In her heart, she felt she was caught in the lull between tides. The waves had crashed over her on their journey to the land, but they had not yet receded. The ebbing tide had slithered past her on the dragon rock, silently, without waking her. In this way, her soul was still surrounded by water. She was stranded on the island, with no safe passage to shore.

He saw, as pulsing sickly colors, the fear, greed, ignorance and seeping uncertainty that bred either hate or indifference. But there were nobility too,, and love and honor. They were mixed together in a chaotic maelstorm of feeling, of force.

I would prefer to be liked by a woman who looks like her, Varencienne thought. She looks interesting, yet she is jealous of me, perhaps in the same way Bayard is jealous of Palindrake. How will this end? Will I win her over, or will she destroy me, push me from the battlements, poison me, or have me killed by a brigand? Perhaps we will always be enemies until we are old, or perhaps she will marry and move away.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

Shem was an unpredictable creature, he could not be relied on.

If he went away, would the link between himself and the others be broken? Would he be free or drawn back against his will? Would Owen come after him? He shuddered at the thought, suddenly presented with the image in his mind of a moonlit night, himself in a small room alone, and a figure outside below, looking up at his window, forming a wordless summoning.

There was a tiny seed of feeling within Emma whispering that Lily might spring some surprises of her own.

He felt ashamed of what he had imagined: the plundering of Finnigin's body, the transformation of Finnigin's flesh. He was unsure what had prompted him to do it.