Quotes About Puzzled

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.

But at the same time I was puzzled: How could anyone's fate be pleasant? I had always thought of it as something painful. No one I knew spoke of it as pleasant—not even Woodridge, who made us read Greek plays.

yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.

Her own body was such a familiar and unremarkable thing to her that she was puzzled by the convulsive ecstasy men could take from it, by the intense and amusing need they had merely to touch it, to reach out urgently and press it, squeeze it, pinch it, rub it. She did not understand Yossarian's lust; but she was willing to take is word for it.

How are babies made? Visibly startled, Jordan turned and opened his mouth, as if he intended to speak, but for some reason no words came out. At first Alexandra was puzzled by his involuntary silence, but then understanding dawned. She shook her head and sighed with sympathy for their mutual plight. You don't know either, do you?

Sometimes scientific progress leaves us more puzzled than we were before.

the word happiness does not have a simple meaning and should not be used as if it does. Sometimes scientific progress leaves us more puzzled than we were before.

Everyone was amazed and puzzled. They each heard their own language! "What does this mean?" some asked. Others sneered, "They're drunk on new wine." Then Peter stood up. "People from Judea and all who live in Jerusalem. We're not drunk. It's only nine in the morning.

Augustine, the most famous convert of antiquity, was puzzled that he could have held so firmly to so many different falsehoods; he was not astounded that there are so many different truths. His conversion was not from explanation to narrative, but from one explanation to another. When he crossed the line from paganism to Christianity, he arrived in the territory of a truth beyond further challenge.

In such cases the imagination is undoubtedly its own doppelgänger, and sees nothing more than the projection of its own deceit. But I am puzzled, I confess, to explain the appearance of the first ghost, especially among men who thought death to be the end-all here below.

I don't know why my pictures come out looking so good. I just don't get it.

She was staring after me with an expression she probably would have said was thoughtful.

Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

People say I'm indecisive, but I don't know about that.

We are puzzled and bewildered whenever we see suffering in this world because we have become accustomed to the mercy and the long-suffering of God. Amazing grace is no longer amazing to us.

Good God, what did he not remember?

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

I don't know. I don't understand how boys think. If I knew that I'd be a millionare.

Something feels funny. I must be thinking too hard.

The kind of attention I get is way beyond my comprehension.

Tyson! Thank the gods, Annabeth is hurt! You thank the gods that she is hurt? he asked, puzzled.

I tried to look confused, which is one of my most convincing expressions.

Tyson, thank the gods. Annabeth is hurt!' 'You thank the gods she is hurt?' He asked, puzzled. 'No!

The search for the purpose of life has puzzled people for thousands of years. That's because we typically begin at the wrong starting point—ourselves. We ask self-centered questions like What do I want to be? What should I do with my life? What are my goals, my ambitions, my dreams for my future? But focusing on ourselves will never reveal our life's purpose.