Quotes About Puzzlement

I have lived through an eventful year, yet understand no more of it than a babe in arms. Of all the people of this town I am the one least fitted to write a memorial. Better the blacksmith with his cries of rage and woe.

What the hell are you doing, Evelyn?

And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery.

I don't know

I wanted to know what 'IT' meant. 'Ah well' - Dean laughed - 'now you're asking me impon-de-rables - ahem!

Unanswered questions make my head itch.

Kakimi chertyami oni viigrali holodnuyu voinu?"This translates roughly to: "How the hell did these people win the Cold War?

I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.

What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.

What Zidane has done with Real Madrid is spectacular, but there are things I don't understand.

I remain a simple man who has more questions than answers. Please join me as I seek to turn that tide.

How do you explain something that you can't even understand yourself?

It's a murky world out there, and it's hard to figure things out sometimes.

Characters can be mysterious and you're not really sure which way they might turn at a given point.

There'll always be a part of me that wants to remain mysterious.

People, whether they be male or female, are equally a mystery to me.

I think it's important to have mystique.

I always loved bands with mystique.

How many more children do you think I'll be able to handle?" Blythe asked, her voice infused with a mixture of laughter, genuine puzzlement and a touch of exasperation. Alena and Steele looked at each other. They looked at Darby. Then Lana. All of them shrugged at the same time. It was Steele who answered. "Any number, Blythe. However many need you.

Mr. Fresh sat down on the stool behind the counter and stared into the eyes of the cardboard cutout of Cher, hoping to find answers there. But the bitch was holding out.

He didn't understand religion. It was like heroin or golf: He knew a lot of people did it, but he didn't understand why.

Who shit in your tuba?

Outside the bedroom Jane fumbled around and in her purse and produced a pack of cigarettes, but couldn't figure out whether to smoke one or not. "Holy Motown Jesus with Pips, what the fuck is going on in there?

Sometimes there are no answers.