Quotes About Perplexity

Maybe she did. Maybe she's like Houdini.

In all my perplexities and distresses, the Bible has never failed to give me light and strength.

There are always loose ends in real life.

What makes people do things like that?" Robin asked, in genuine perplexity. "They're shits," said Strike.

Nobody knew what that sort of blather meant in the Sixties and nobody knows now.

Everything, as Mr. Yul Brynner used to tell us six nights a week and Saturday matinees, is a puzzlement.

and he was too dense—and, in recent months, too drunk—to follow Mother into what T.S. Eliot had called, in his poem "Gerontion," "the wilderness of mirrors.

For hours and days he sought out ways to make unintelligible the obvious, and to find for things easily understood an inexplicable basis. --Thoughts on Cezanne

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I'd rather not talk about it, because I didn't understand it.

I'm real, too. I just don't know, real what.

and you and I left with the same old question the sheer unspeakable strangeness of being here at all

was. Is she ours? French? British?" For long seconds Caleb studied the incoming fleck. "Can't tell." "How many? We got the whole British

Everybody knows what's going on, she thought, but nobody knows where it's headed. And soon nobody will remember what the point was.

He finished his story with a little facial shrug, part Yankee modesty, part genuine perplexity. As in, how did that happen?

The missing guy got back from the restroom. He stood behind Reacher's chair, arms spread wide in exaggerated perplexity. As if to say, what the hell is going on here? Who is this guy? Reacher kept one eye on Jimmy Rat, and one on the window alongside him, where he could see a faint ghostly reflection of what was happening behind his shoulder.

Too many ifs, Reacher thought. And too few answers.

I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir" said Alice, "because, I'm not myself you see.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Curiouser and curiouser!" Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).

Who are YOU? said the Caterpillar.

Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I don't think--' Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.

It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seemed to fill my head with ideas - only I don't know exactly what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's clear, at any rate -

The Hatter's remark seemed to her to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. I don't quite understand you, she said, as politely as she could.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. 'I don't quite understand you,' she said, as politely as she could.