Quotes About Incomprehension

I thought of something so beautiful that I couldn't understand it. And I ended up forgetting what it was.

I have no more sense of what goes on in the mind of mankind than I have for the mind of an ant. Come to think of it, this might be a good place to start.

Individually, the experience of most people was of accelerating impotence and incomprehension. They lived in a world of superstition. They relied on voodoo - charms, fetishes, and crystal balls whose caprices they were helpless to govern, yet without which the conduct of daily life came to a standstill. Faith that the computer would switch on one more time and do as it was asked had more a religious than a rational cast. When the screen went black, the gods were angry.

You don't dig me, I don't understand what it is, I had my car reupholstered.

It was the end of all understanding.

Gambling to me is what a telephone pole might be to a groundhog. He sees that it's there but doesn't for the life of him understand why.

he sensed something different: a questing, a questioning, an impatience that seemed to reflect his own incomprehension and hunger for history. Each time he sat in the green glow of the spirit lamp, he felt a disquiet, a need to go onward, outward, to embrace an entire universe within his arms.

Le dije que me gustaba, y quedé insatisfecha. La verdad era que a veces no me gustaba nada, pero no podía vivir sin ella. Le dije que la quería, pero también quiero a mi perro. Después le dije que la amaba, pero mi incomodidad fue mayor aún [...] decidí prescindir del lenguaje, entonces me acusó de no querer comunicarme. Desde hace unos años, sólo existe el silencio. Encuentro, en él, una rara ecuanimidad: la de los placeres solitarios.

I tapped Boz on the shoulder and said, "Hey, gorgeous." His face twisted in complete surprise, turning to stare in blank incomprehension at mine. I winked at him, and whispered, "Boo.

I know. It makes my head hurt too.

It is quite obvious that you do not understand me, and in all probability, you never will.

You are the strangest child," she told me. "I had no idea," she said. "I didn't begin to know.

But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she's watching footage of the world being blown up, and I'm the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outside.

Me, either. What

The granddaddy of all countercultures, of course, was early Christianity itself. And in a polemic written in the 2nd century by the Greek philosopher Celsus, we have a marvelous document of the bewilderment and incomprehension with which Greco-Roman rationalists of the early Christian era viewed this counterculture.

What a snoozefest! He went on like that for about a million hundred hours. I had no idea what he was talking about. My shirt was itchy. My tie was choking me. I thought I was gonna die. All I could think about was when Mayor Hubble would stop talking so we could go eat some Peeps.

Surely you can feel it. Do you ever feel lost, as though people are speaking a foreign language, as though there's something going on which everyone else gets, but you don't?

Frankly, people don't make sense to me.

Time and age have brought not wisdom, as they are supposed to do, but confusion, and a broadening incomprehension, each year laying down another ring of nesience.

I could fill out a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you would not understand. So now I leave without a sound, except my heart shattering as it hits the ground.

Behind my smile is everything youll never understand.

I've always liked the effect of having somebody in there who hadn't the faintest idea what was going on.

It was May of my senior year at Leighton Gage and on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons we sat in an air-conditioned hourglass and savored our own total incomprehension as an assistant professor charted the poems of Dryden, Lovelace, Fanshawe and Suckling. They were all so incomparably dead, the Penguin poets, and we loved them because their lines meant less to us than the dark side of the moon.

Talking to that fool is like trying to put socks on an octopus!