Quotes About Uncertainty

He says he'd like to see you." I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet. My palms press into the wall to steady myself. This wasn't part of the plan. I wrote Peeta off in 2. Then I was to go to the Capitol, kill Snow, and get taken out myself. The gunshot was only a temporary setback.

Suddenly, I think I might start screaming at him — I'm not even sure about what

Oh, right, I'm supposed to be pregnant, I think. While I'm trying to think what that means and how I should act, maybe throw up or something, Finnick has positioned himself at the edge of the water.

But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Today I might lose both of them.

everybody is slapping me on the back and cheering and congratulating me. But it doesn't seem real. "There must be a mistake. How . . . how could

on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do.

I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted.

All my life, I should not have worried so much about looking foolish; I see that now. Signs matter. And all waves are dangerous, especially the ones you refuse to see coming.

How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I say. "It´s Normandy out there.

Then they took us to the birthing suite, which I call the electronic bullshit room because it's full of all sorts of electronic bullshit we can't fathom but are just glad to have on principle.

I notice that, as the wedding date approaches, some doors are opening and others are closing. I have no control.

The only thing we have in this life is time...And we never know how much of that we have.

It was always so hard to know my place and what was expected of me.

I want to be me, and yet I'm not sure who I am.

We hide our feelings, we hide our past, we hide our true intentions. There's no way to know what's real anymore.

The words take the air out of the room and make my skin crawl. We sit there quietly, afraid it might get worse. It can always get worse. I know that now.

Things are not exactly going to plan.

Truth is, I don't know what Deacon wants anymore - it's not just physical. Whatever it is must scare him, though, and I'm the one who ends up getting hurt. So I make the concerted effort to resist his temptation, even if sometimes I'd like nothing more than to surround myself with his affection.

Was I a science experiment? Did he want to pin me down and dissect me?

And when we left Colorado last month, I wasn't sure if I'd ever make another friend again." "But then I came into your life. Sounds like fate to me.

You can't rewrite history, undo the past, or predict the future.

i have the potential to either be great, or a great failure!

We never know, do we, if the future is just more of the present pushed forward, or whether the look and feel, not to mention the fundamental essence of life might not be changing