Quotes About Perplexity

It has always been a wonder to me where my conversational power has gone: at the present time, I cannot impress the most ordinary men.

I know I don't go looking for directors. I always wonder why they chose me.

Sometimes I wonder if the world is too interesting and too boring at the same time.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

I don't want to say too many words about the magic of the Cube, because it's basically a mystery. It's like the Mona Lisa smile. It's both complex and very simple at the same time. And, well, people like it. Even today.

Why is this thus? What is the reason for this thusness?

Judging by your face, the what-the-fuck nodes in your cerebral cortex must be a real light show.

I left the room in a daze, wondering if this was all real-or if I'd finally gone insane from whacking the weasel.

There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

At no moment do I know what Im talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and still be short of the fifty-first, to close the circuit, that I know, without knowing what it means.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

For fear does things so like a witch, 'Tis hard t' unriddle which is which

He stopped, because he wasn't sure what Cryptography had established, and because he needed another moment to haul himself down from the ledges of her high cheekbones, to retreat from the caves of her eyes.

I don't know why he's doin' it. Don't expect I ever will. But it sure is something, huh?

She was...that's the whole entirety.

If this went on much longer, Mary Augustin told herself, her brain would be riddled with question marks, hundreds of little hooks set so deep they'd never let go.

Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.

I bought some instant water one time but I didn't know what to add to it.

Something stinks here, and this time, it's not just him.

Now why should that man have fainted? But he did,and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!

During this period, they say, Lol's collapse was marked by signs of suffering. But what is one to make of suffering which has no apparent cause?

Elle pourrait répondre qu'elle ne l'aime pas. Elle ne dit rien. Tout à coup elle sait, là, à l'instant, elle sait qu'il ne la connaît pas, qu'il ne la connaîtra jamais, qu'il n'a pas les moyens de connaître tant de perversité.

Unless it was an elaborate double-bluff on Wayne's part and it was so obvious as to be not obvious at all Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Christ, it was too early in the morning for this sort of mental gymnastics.

What in the hell was happening to me? How flimsy sanity was.