Quotes About Incomprehension

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

You know that dejection that comes upon you when you realize that the person you're talking to might as well be from Jupiter, for all the chance you have of making them get what you're saying? I hate that.

Hey, tell me, when did this conversation go completely whoosh?

After a long silence, Dodge cleared his throat. "I think I speak for all of us when I say, 'Huh?'" -Dodge(obviously)

I think I speak for all of us when I say, "Huh?

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone. I shamble through the day, […] and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can't climb —

Though I couldn't make out what she was talking of I was terribly frightened; the absence of a clue gave such a range to one's imagination. (Sir Edmund Orme)

Oh," said Strether, "what I want is a thing I've ceased to measure or even to understand.

This is the greatest damn thing about the universe. That we can know so much, recognize so much, dissect, do everything, and we can't grasp it.

Cricket makes no sense to me. I find it beautiful to watch and I like that they break for tea. That is very cool, but I don't understand. My friends from The Clash tried to explain it years and years ago, but I didn't understand what they were talking about.

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

One morning (and it will be soon), when everyone wakes up as a writer, the age of universal deafness and incomprehension will have arrived.

...I can't grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...

You don't know what torture is. You don't know what you're talking about. You really don't know what you're talking about.

I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained. Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?" "Crazy?

A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

Why he would agree to install an eight-by-eight-foot fish tank and then not fill it with a single dolphin made me want to burn his eyebrows off.

If not for a dumb beast's incomprehension at its own destruction beneath the loving hands of two heartbroken children.

This endless howl no one else even hears.

The world delivers its lessons in manners subtle or, if required, cruel and blunt, so that even the thickest of subjects will comprehend. Failing that, they die. For the smart ones, of course, incomprehension is inexcusable.

Honestly, it's like trying to discuss brain surgery with tapioca.

Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad.

Some people come by the name of genius in the same way that certain insects come by the name of centipede -- not because they have a hundred feet, but because most people can't count above 14.