Quotes About Perplexity

I still have no idea what I did differently that day.

But the truth of the matter is that it tends to raise as many questions as it answers.

Everyone understands, though, that a great deal of uncertainty about what to do for people will always remain.

Why what?" she snapped. "Now don't be silly. You know why." But I did not know why.

How could something have no end, and if it had no end exactly where did it leave us?

Have I sufficiently confused you? Good. Stay humble.

People, he thought, were as hungry for a sight of joy as he had always been--for a moment's relief from that gray load of suffering which seemed so inexplicable and unnecessary. He had never been able to understand why men should be unhappy.

And that's my point, Richard stated. Do you remember when you stood there, in a ballroom or whatever, and watched her stalk off - and wondered what the hell was going on?

By emphasizing doubt rather than belief, perplexity rather than certainty, and questions rather than answers, Zen practice granted me the freedom to imagine.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

I get the feeling that it's all a big lie. The problem is I don't know who's lying.

Math has never made any sense to me.

I guess that's natural, but I'm not sure why.

On what he thinks about all day "Women. They are a complete mystery.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

They lived in fearful perplexity and passed it off as imagination

Why didn't you kill me like you did that guy back there? Billy? Or does it even make any sense to ask? Are you beyond why?' Oh shit, we're all beyond why, you know that.

To really meet the mystery, we must be uncertain.

I don't have a clue what any of that means,' I said. 'Most days I don't either.' He was being charming, of course.

I keep saying the words. Sometimes I think I dreamed it.

the hell? I thought. My life is no more mixed

They were talking about me, I was sure of it. And I couldn't for the life of me imagine why. I continued inspecting the asparagus, early peas, and summer squash—produce that my mother had, as usual, commissioned me to procure for the tavern.