Quotes About Perplexity

I don't know why we behaved like lunatics.

Toodles looked so thunderstruck that the Assistant Commissioner smiled faintly.

camino se apartaba de los peñascos y torcía en presencia de un vagón de tren tirado boca abajo; una de sus ruedas faltaba, y reposaba como el cadáver de un animal desconocido

That's how she was. You could never be sure what she would be up to next. There are ships difficult to handle, but generally you can depend on them behaving rationally. With that ship, whatever you did with her you never knew how it would end. She was a wicked beast. Or, perhaps, she was only just insane.

We have no ideas, and they're pretty firm.

Yossarian wrinkled his forehead with quizzical amusement. "You won't marry me because I'm crazy, and you say I'm crazy because I want to marry you? Is that right?

Except Marianne, who smiled vaguely.

The root of all evil is ignorance (avijj?) and false views (micch?di??hi). It is an undeniable fact that as long as there is doubt, perplexity, wavering, no progress is possible.

At wuntz? What HE do? What HE do? Who do? Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo? Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

Aporia is a form of it.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

he saw something—or someone—unfamiliar.

The next time I met Ulrich, he asked me: "Do you know what sookin sin is?" I

you often have answers to questions that you do not completely understand, relying on evidence that you can neither explain nor defend.

You business', sagte er dann. 'Kill why?' Sie lächelte, um zu zeigen, dass sie nicht verstand. 'Everything', sagte der Mann. 'Foam. Lorry?' Sie hob die Schultern. 'Hobble', sagte der Mann. 'Hobble grease. Why?' Sie lächelte verkrampft. 'Why?' Der Mann klopfte an die Scheibe. 'Grease, the hobble why!

His words were creating a bewildering maze of grammatically inappropriate junctures. It was the kind of maze where small, white mice died without ever finding the little lever.

happened to her? What had happened to them? Where were

Where am I?" Thomas asked, surprised

don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Es uno de esos momentos en los que el cerebro necesita unos instantes para asimilar los sucesos que se desarrollan ante tus ojos; la impresión bloquea temporalmente el camino.

close his eyes again. "What're you

I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

and there is no one to whom you can look for an explanation of why they are doing it, no one to whom you can go up and take him by the lapels and shake him and say What the fuck are you doing? The entire thing had been done by dead men. Who done it? Noman done it.