Quotes About Disoriented

Tabloid photos capture people at their most self-conscious and disoriented; in real life, Paris Hilton is like an elegant paper crane.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

There was for me during this time a sense of being dazed. As though, in a way, I was not capable of taking in everything that was happening in this world.

We had our first earthquake over here recently. That was a bizarre feeling. I just became disoriented and I remember my dad freaking out. Nothing broke or anything.

Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.

I don't know if this is a stumbling block, but I had a real setback when I won a Nebula Award for the first story I ever had nominated for a Nebula in 1982. And you might think that was a good thing - and it was a wonderful thing, I don't regret it a bit. But I was sort of discombobulated by it.

I'm a bit of a vagabond - a person who loses time and space because you don't know where you are.

I often get disoriented on stage. Half the time I don't even know where I am.

We had our first earthquake over here recently. That was a bizarre feeling. I just became disoriented and I remember my dad freaking out. Nothing broke or anything.

Oh—go on, I'll take a breath or two—I don't know where I am, I'm all at sea." He

The sky over New England was crow black, pitch-black, Bible black, so black it could be difficult at night to keep to the path, so black that a line of trees might freely migrate to another location or that you might find yourself pursued after nightfall by a rabid black hog, leaving you to crawl home, bloody and disoriented, on all fours.

Hunter had been hopelessly at sea with the situation.

Upped but mentally disjointed.

I have a horrible sense of direction.

discombobulated.

But he felt disoriented and depressed amid these shifting, lunging, grabbing people from all over the country, who had been in his life for hours and were now about to disappear, taking their personal items and habits with them.

The Agat Institute was a God- and state-forsaken outfit inhabited by dead souls and a few disoriented live ones like Yekaterina, who was put to work developing software for the weapons-control system of a nuclear submarine.

The man doesn't know his ass from his elbow.

So Elena goes out. Can you see her? Over there, on the path by the fence made of wire and disoriented wooden rails. Now in the shadows of the juniper, now coming into the light. There.

about. I looked around helplessly

How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?

It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.

They were, of course, hopelessly lost.

You talk like a drunk man walks: in every direction but where he be headed.