Quotes About Puzzlement

Back, suddenly, to uncertainty.

The only things one can admire at length are those one admires without knowing why.

Where does someone go when he dies?', 'When does fear end?', 'Where are all the single socks that disappeared in the washing machine?

I am really puzzled to understand myself.

I think what was frustrating to see a lot of good people go. You don't picture it, you don't imagine it, don't think it could happen. When it does, you are puzzled.

I'm actually really bad at puzzles.

Just before she died she asked, What is the answer? No answer came. She laughed and said, In that case, what is the question? Then she died.

A novel should be a book of questions, not a book of answers.

My movies are not movies of answers but of questions.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers.

I have always been much better at asking questions than knowing what the answers were.

Why was I feeling this way? Why was everything so bad in my life? I had no answers to these questions.

I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.

The only things one can admire at length are those one admires without knowing why.

I have this theory, bands with enigmatic lyrics attract crazies.

I'm just a floating question-mark, waiting for an answer to hook onto me.

It seems to me that part of the true function of a mystery is precisely that it remains unsolved. The world would be far too neat a place if the things that puzzled us were always, eventually, explained. We need unanswered questions at the edges of our lives. In fact, I'd go further. It's important not to think we can understand everything. Not to understand. The humility that can come from that. The wonder.

He ran both his hands through his hair, as if somehow that would straighten out his thoughts.

Sometimes when we don't know the answer, it's time to simply be with the question.

That's why I ask." "What

There are long stretches of time when I don't know what I am doing, or what I have done - nothing mostly, but sometimes it would be nice to know what kind of nothing that was...

Why! he always thought to himself. What was that little redhead doing by the side of

I wonder what it's like to be dead.

complication …. In that particular foggy business, I couldn't at this moment make out the wood for the trees, but one thing seemed fairly certain: this was