Quotes About Puzzlement

To young, inexperienced minds there seems to be a kind of fatal charm about the vague, the distant, and the mysterious.

He kept replaying his conversation with Winston O'Connor, the first big break in days. Clearly the National Institutes of Health had a strong interest in Sidney Pavilion. The question was why. O'Connor's explanation that the NIH wanted to keep an eye on its interests rang hollow. Why single out the Sidney Pavilion? There had to be a reason. But

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

As I gazed at my reflection I wondered, Where am I headed? Before that, though, the question was Where have I come to? Where is this place? No, before that even I needed to ask, Who the hell am I?

Are you asking because you really want an answer?

I spend more time being confused than not," I answered.

Tell me," said Sumire, "have you ever felt confused about what you're doing, like it's not right?" "I spend more time being confused than not," I answered.

Considering the sense of powerlessness that such a state of affairs would bring about, to have people floating in a pool of mysterious question marks seems like a minor sin.

There are — how do you say — things in this world our philosophy cannot account for.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

In the same way that people stare up at the sky to see the moon every night, yet understand next to nothing about it.

I really don't have a clear trajectory at all.

What happened to you, baby?

I know I asked, but I don't want to know. I do want to know, but I don't want to know. It doesn't matter. If it's not Tayeb whoever, it'll be something else, and I'd always be playing catch-up. I was always playing catch-up.

As usual, the sock yarns have no idea what is going on.

When she caught him staring, he would even more artlessly look down at the food on his plate with a show of puzzlement, as if he kept forgetting what supper was and how it was supposed to work.

The case seemed to underline what many in homicide work knew; you can't explain crazy.

felt confusion ambush him. He didn't know

Why did *I* lock the door? Why did YOU lock the door? Someone locked the door...

I love stories that frame that: This is what life is about - you don't have a clue.

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.

I hate golf. I do not understand how anyone can enjoy it, much less love it.

I think I'm a love agnostic - not sure, one way or another, if it really exists.

I hung up again and looked at Katz. What is it with this town? I've blown more intelligent life into a handkerchief.