Rick Yancey Quotes

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as situated in a vague and remote expanse of time; it does not occur to us that it can have any connexion with the day that has already dawned and can mean that death -- or its first assault and partial possession of us, after which it will never leave hold of us again -- may occur this very afternoon, so far from uncertain, this afternoon whose time-table, hour by hour, has been settled in advance.

At the end of the day, none of us are really promised tomorrow anyway.

Nothing is every promised to us, man.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave the world. I was still in it, barely, and as I looked up from the ashes, everything around me seemed so sweet and so beautiful. The trees. The stars. The moon. I was alive -- and I was glad I was.

You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.

Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference. So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes.

We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.

Life was precious. Life was fragile. Here one moment, gone the next. Every second should be milked for all it's worth because you never know when the bottom was going to drop out.

Isn't it strange how we move out lives for another day? Like skipping a beat, what if a great wave should wash us all away?

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

He seemed to be talking about my fears, my insecurity, and my unwillingness to see what was wonderful because tomorrow it might disappear and I might suffer. The gods throw the dice, and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not.

I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.

The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.

Since life itself is uncertain, nothing which has life for its basis can boast much stability.

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and 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. And in a way that's kind of relaxing.

Nothing in life is sure, my son. Except the promise of death.

Security is elusive. It's impossible. We all die. We all get old. We all get sick. People leave us. People change us. Nothing is secure.

Just because you have a good hand today doesn't mean it's good tomorrow. And some of the things we're doing may become very disadvantageous at some point.

Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.

Life can seem rather unreal at times. Alive and well and loving one day. No longer there the next.

Tonight you will eat fish. Tomorrow, you may die.

But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?