Quotes About Puzzlement

That's queer," I ejaculated suddenly beneath my breath.

Carl Reiter shook his head. He said helplessly: "I guess I don't know anything at all, sir.

followed his instructions, taking up my position by the baize door, and wondering what on earth lay behind the request.

I hardly trust myself to write about him. I do not know what I should write about him.

Twisted pistons!" Clyde called. "I can't get this thingamajig to go back in the whatchamadoodle. Unless it goes in this doohickey…" "Sounds very technical," Kitsune said.

Okay, first of all, how hot can a billy goat with a blowtorch really get? And why does he have a blowtorch in the first place?

I have the life of seven cats.

I can never say 'why' about anything I do. I suppose I can say 'how' and 'when' and 'what.' But 'why' is impenetrable to me.

She was thinking. i could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother for her.

Then she laughed. It was almost a racking laugh. It shook her as the wind shakes a tree. I thought there was puzzlement in it, not exactly surprise, but as if a new idea had been added to something already known and it didn't fit. Then I thought that was too much to get out of a laugh.

They never tell you why they are doing anything. That way you don't find out they don't know themselves.

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

I wonder what in the hell I was thinking about?' he said aloud to himself. 'I wonder if I'm losing my mind?' That was like a duck wondering why it flies south in the autumn or an old camel noticing one day that he has a hump on his back.

The sum of such chaos was that I seemed to be reading a book that never really started and never quite finished.

Fast getaways from sinister forces are sometimes essential, though what follows can mean puzzlement.

I do not really understand. What was happening inside you? I did not have a clue.

I just don't get men. Mind you, I don't get me either.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

It's the nature of man to ask questions. --Belgarath

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

That man is always happy who is in the presence of something which he cannot know to the full, which he is always going on to know.

Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophic thought has done its best, the wonder remains.

Philosophy begins when you don't know where to look for an answer.

Of all the people I have ever known you are the only one I don't know.