Quotes About Puzzlement

How bizarre, i think to myself, to be on a train and to actually not want to arrive anywhere? What kind of madness is that?

I said, "All along I have been wondering how you got to be the way you are. Just how it was that you got to be the way you are.

How the hell should I know? I'm just a grunt.

queria saber apenas para onde vão os piolhos dos decapitados. Um enigma.

Richard Abbott, who I thought knew everything, answered: "I don't know, exactly.

My excellence confused them

What we need is a treasure house, not of knowledge, but of ignorance. Something that gives not answers but questions. Something that shines light, not on already garish facts, but into the dark, damp corners of ignorance. And

They read all the books, but they can't find the answers.

He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.

You always admire what you really dont understand.

You left me hanging, so I'll leave you guessing.

Life has a million questions but just a few answers.

Some of the most beautiful and fulfilling things in life are often things that we have very little understanding of.

Suddenly all I had were questions.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

What!" Schiffer blurted, not a question. Lucas had been watching Carver and Dannon again, and again, their eyes were blank; if they'd been lizards, Lucas thought, a nictitating membrane might have dropped slowly across them.

Because they're

Ladies Nite E ery Nite." Virgil spent the next few seconds of his life wondering if the "v" had fallen off, been stolen for some reason, or was simply a scarce letter that the bar hadn't happened to have on hand.

How'n the hell they find anything in there?

I ain't sleepin'. I got too much to puzzle with.

Silent they sat, James aware of her agitation but puzzled as to the cause, Agatha aware of his puzzlement but not trusting her voice to put him at ease. She was trying to control a strange commotion in her breast, a kind of flutter or tremor caused by his invitation to Ireland.

I don't know about this thing - being famous. I haven't figured it out yet. It still mystifies me.

ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

Actually to recognise someone, more still, to identify him you have been unable to recognise, is to think two contradictory things under a single denomination, it is the same as saying that he who was here, the being we recall, is here no longer and that he who is here is one we never knew, that means piercing a mystery almost as troubling as that of death of which it is indeed the preface and the herald.