Quotes About Perplexity

Nobody really knows what life is about. We're all just trying to make sense of something that doesn't make much sense.

People often surprise me, but not usually in a good way.

Because what's perplexing is not that you and I encounter suffering in this life; what's really perplexing is that He suffered in our place. Why did the innocent One suffer for our sins?

The old woman finally went bankrupt. She had made so much money every day, how could she have gone bankrupt? I didn't get it.

Merry sighed. "Once again, Andrew, you've opened my eyes. To what, I'm not sure.

Coroners made Al Garcia jumpy; they always got so cheery when somebody came up with a fresh way to die.

Mockingbird sometimes found it hard to believe this was the same man she'd married; he looked like a different person now—as if someone had put a fire hose up his ass and inflated him with meringue.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself

He wanted to tell himself or maybe even her that he would never understand women, but he had a feeling he wasn't the first man to formulate this opinion and very likely wouldn't be the last and that it really didn't matter anyway.

How could something so wrong grow out of something that had started out so right?

I hate magic, Berdine muttered. It makes no sense.

What are you babbling about?" one of the other Sisters asked, not concerned with what they saw as a dusty aphorism.

They always gives me bath salts, complained Nobby. And bath soap and bubble bath and herbal bath lumps and tons of bath stuff and I can't think why, 'cos it's not as if I hardly ever has a bath. You'd think they'd take the hint, wouldn't you?

No matter what she did with her hair it took about three minutes for it to tangle itself up again, like a garden hosepipe in a shed [Which, no matter how carefully coiled, will always uncoil overnight and tie the lawnmower to the bicycles].

She knew a cutting, incisive, withering and above all a self-evident answer existed. It was just that, to her extreme annoyance, she couldn't quite bring it to mind.

Rincewind gave his fingers a long shocked stare, as one might regard a gun that has been hanging on the wall for decades and has suddenly gone off and perforated the cat.

They represented what people called the international community. And like all uses of the word community, you were never quite sure what or who it was.

Rincewind rather enjoyed times like this. They convinced him that he wasn't mad because, if he was mad, that left no word at all to describe some of the people he met.

WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED?

Anything could make Wentworth sticky. Washed and dried and left in the middle of a clean floor for five minutes, Wentworth would be sticky. It didn't seem to come from anywhere. He just got sticky.

she was definitely feeling several twinkles short of a glitter...

Same with gorillas. Whoops, they say, sky gone all red, stars crashing to ground, what they putting in the bananas these days?

She was so confused. No, she wasn't.

Jennie looked at him curiously. She scarcely understood what she was thinking, but this man drew her. If she had realized in what way she would have fled his presence then and there.