Literary notes about Maybe (AI summary)
In literature, the word “maybe” frequently signals uncertainty, cautious hope, or a character’s inner questioning. Willa Cather uses it to convey bitter self-reflection in My Ántonia [1], while Harriet Beecher Stowe employs it to hint at a reluctant shift in viewpoint in Uncle Tom’s Cabin [2]. Mark Twain peppers his works (e.g., Adventures of Huckleberry Finn [3, 4, 5] and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer [6, 7]) with casual “maybe” statements that capture his characters’ lingering doubts or sudden flashes of possibility. In Ecce Homo [8], Nietzsche wryly wonders if his writing “maybe” reflects his fishing prowess, revealing playful self-deprecation. Charles Dickens highlights tentative musings on aging in Great Expectations [9], and Chekhov uses “maybe” to show characters hedging their bets against menacing storms [10] or an uncertain future [11, 12]. Across these varied examples, “maybe” consistently functions as a linguistic pause—an invitation to speculate on what might yet unfold.
- Getting a little rusty in the bones, maybe,’ she added bitterly.
— from My Ántonia by Willa Cather - “Maybe you’ll come to it, one of these yer days.
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe - I thought maybe you was trying to hocus me again.
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain - “I reckon maybe—I don’t know.”
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain - Think’s I, maybe it’s pap, though I warn’t expecting him.
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain - She would be sorry some day—maybe when it was too late.
— from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete by Mark Twain - He would shout and maybe some one would come.
— from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete by Mark Twain - From that time onward, all my writings are so much bait: maybe I understand as much about fishing as most people?
— from Ecce Homo by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche - Maybe I'm a growing a trifle old besides.”
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens - It’s nearly three miles to the volost , and the storm, the snowdrifts, are something terrible—maybe one won’t get there before midnight.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of Short Stories by Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Maybe he will become a professor, a great general, an author....
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of Short Stories by Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Maybe they are right,” he said with a constrained smile.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky