Quotes About Puzzlement

who still looked as if some cat had hit him over the head with a dead pigeon.

The best questions are the ones that create the most uncertainty.

The mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.

It is the plainest and simplest of things that most daunt and confuse us.

For most of my life, one of the persons most baffled by my own work was myself.

Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.

Jonah spoke what everyone was thinking. Wouldn't it be Twilight Zone if the door was open, too? Hamilton tried the knob. It didn't budge. Ian stepped forward and examined the lock. Natalie's diary has better security than this. He produced a credit card and slipped it between the latch and the jamb. There was a click, and the door swung wide.

Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

And she supposed—the furrowed face would bloom again—that it was a very common human predicament. To be at a loss, not to know what to do with yourself.

and car. Skye's cell phone had been missing too. She wondered if there was some connection.

What in the world is going on with that?

I wonder why that is. I wonder why anything is.

I paused for a moment with the strangest feeling of reverse déjà vu. Instead of getting the sense that I'd seen something before, I felt like I hadn't seen it before, even though I knew I had.

It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.

What have I done thins time?" he paused to ask before continuing with his oral expedition about her body: her husband, the intrepid explorer.

Whaaaaaat is going on?" May whispered out of the corner of her mouth."I'm sort of comforted by the fact that I can't figure it out, " Jack responded.

way." The giant scratched his head and looked doubtful.

I want the poem to ask something and, at its best moments, I want the question to remain unanswered.

Even at a distance, Jack thought the commander-in-chief looked familiar, very familiar. But he couldn't figure out

there is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand

Sometime it's more difficult to know the question than to find an answer.

What the hell is wrong with you? he asked. It was a good question.

What tinfoil? he asked.

Like what?" he said, giving me a sideways glance, slipping in the process. "Saying that they're lucky.