Quotes About Uncertainty

Neal huffed. Frustrated. "I hate that you thought I wouldn't call--I hate that everything is so tentative between us right now. When did everything get so tentative?

He wasn't good with this sort of thing - with the back-and-forth dance between man and woman. He wasn't even sure if they were dancing, or if she was merely being polite.

E ciudat cât de incapabil sunt s? prev?d evenimente esenÈ›iale, s? ghicesc oamenii care schimb? mai târziu firul vieÈ›ii mele

Îmi era peste putin?? s? cred c? Ileana va mai putea iubi vreodat?. M? îndoiesc dac? voi mai putea iubi eu...Dar viaÈ›a curge totuÈ™i înainte. ?i m? sperie întunericul în care s-a topit Ileana, viaÈ›a asta, necunoscut? mie, care o înghite...

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.

What sorts of things do you google when your favorite person in the world is determined to leave it?

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and bang, you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happened then you can also live without a complete understanding of how.

It's impossible to move through the stages of grief when a person is both dead and alive, the way Min is. It's like she's living permanently in an airport terminal, moving from one departure lounge to another but never getting on a plane. Sometimes I tell myself that I'd do anything for Min. That I'd do whatever was necessary for her to be happy. Except that I'm not entirely sure what that would be.

I willed my hands to stop trembling and ruffled my hair a bit and prayed to a God I only half believed in. Why are we always told that God will answer our prayers if we believe in Him? Why can't He ever make the first move?

I potser un no triga gaire a creure's que en realitat no existeix, va fer ella. O que la seva existència corpòria és una aberració.

Jo no he dit mai que no cregués en l'amor, diu ella. Només que no estic segura de què significa exactament. En tot cas, el que he dit abans era que no creia en la seguretat que dieu que proporciona l'amor.

Nos sentiremos angustiadas y apenadas, y sentiremos incertidumbre, y tristeza, pero no culpabilidad, dice Agata. Mariche corrige: Puede que nos sintamos culpables, pero sabremos que no lo somos Podríamos tener sentimientos homicidas, pero sabremos que no somos asesinas. Podríamos sentir sed de venganza, pero sabremos que no somos mapaches. Podríamos sentirnos perdidas, pero sabremos que no somos unas perdidas.

True love, I said. And yet I'm sticking around unreasonably and knowing it's impossible because who knows? I want to find out. I live hopefully.

We will feel anguish and we will feel sorrow and we will feel uncertainty and we will feel sadness, but not guilt, says Agata. Mariche amends: We may feel guilty but we will know we are not guilty.

No hem de rumiar on anem ni patir la incertesa de no saber on anirem. (No tenim mapa de cap lloc.)

Let's not waste time by dwelling on the unknown. But that's what thinking is

What do you mean? I don't know what you're asking me. I don't remember what I am. I am what I dream. I am what I hope for. I am what I don't remember. I am what other people want me to be. I am what my kids want me to be. I am what mom wants me to be. I am what you want me to be. What do you want me to be? Don't we need to stick around to find out what we are? What do you want me to be? Oh I don't

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do somehing else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.

That's the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn't it? We always have so many questions.

What happened next depends on how much you believe.

She would tell her that endings are also beginnings, we just don't know it at the time.

C. S. Lewis, the man who wrote the Narnia books you so loved, once said it is easy to trust a rope as long as you're using it to wrap a box. But when you're clinging to it over a deadly precipice, it's something else entirely.