Quotes About Perplexity

Questions give us no rest.

And, instead of pelting these babbling idiots with their own freshly toasted marshmallows, everyone else sitting around the fire is often nodding and smiling and looking solemny thoughtful.

The more you find, the wronger it gets.

It's so beautiful where I am today that it makes me wonder where I am.

I see other people crossing the street at the curb and I don't know how they can do it.

Every big problem has been thought about endlessly by people much smarter than we are. The fact that it remains a problem means it is too damned hard to be cracked in full.

Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.

What is it that we see, when we cannot understand what is happening to us, cannot determine where we are, know no longer who we are, and no longer understand what surrounds us?

La vida se les caía encima y ellos miraban todo con ojos de no entender por qué.

She was a glass snake. She wasn't poisonous but she sowed affliction just by going among men-mysteriously, like a miracle" (385)

el narrador es tan solo el ojo que se pasea sobre los hechos y los ordena. Su mirada es la pregunta, aquí no hay respuestas, solo la perplejidad de lo real.

I never appreciated 'positive heroes' in literature. They are almost always cliches, copies of copies, until the model is exhausted. I prefer perplexity, doubt, uncertainty, not just because it provides a more 'productive' literary raw material, but because that is the way we humans really are.

The ways of heaven are dark and intricate; Puzzled in mazes, and perplext with errors.

What should I say about life? That it's long and abhors transparence.

más que los golpes, mas que la indiferencia, fue aquella sensación de no poder comprender.

As I repeatedly went forth with him and began to understand the ignorance and contradictions and language difficulties with which he contended, and the doubtful sources of his information and the seemingly bottomless history and darkness out of which the dishes of New York emerge, the deeper grew my suspicion that his work finally consisted of minting or perpetuating and in any event circulating misconceptions about his subject and in this way adding to the endless perplexity of the world.

What in the world

What are those?" Brambleclaw

Berrynose is a real pain in the tail, and yet he gets two apparently sensible she-cats padding after him, Jayfeather thought with a shake of his head. Weird.

No, Fireheart, of course not. But . . . well, I think there might be something wrong with Snowkit.

I don't know exactly what happened next, or how it all went down.

But then, why smile? He could not understand why some people smiled when they weren't pleased, or how they'd learned such a smile, or what it was for.

How strange! Am I already dead?"

Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.