Quotes About Perplexity

There's no explaining a good woman, he said to himself.

Wrong. Wrong as a squirrel with feathers, or a wolf with wooden teeth; not injustice, not unfairness—just a wrongness that, under the sky, could not exist... the idea that such as he could belong to anything.

Huh." "Huh what?" "Would you look at this?" he asked, examining a small box. "It says it glows in the dark." "So?" "So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name in the air with it?

I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained. Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?" "Crazy?

She says, all serious like, Lor, you're a really sweet guy (who the bloody fuck is she talking about? I'm looking around the bed but it's only me and her)...

I nodded back as if I had some clue what we were nodding about.

You can have the confounded shield if you love it that much, lass," Dageus said, sounding utterly bewildered.

The place is a consummate mind-fuck.

Just cuz you get to the end doesn't mean you know what happened.

It's not that simple." "Ah! That phrase is Male for 'I'm afraid to.

Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys Entry Twelve Observation #1: Guys make absolutely no sense. I thought he liked me, Trace. I really thought he liked me.

looking round him wildly. The boys were calm and said nothing.

?övalyelerin ve ?sa'n?n güzel ülkelerini tan?mak nasip olmay?nca, böyle lügat y???nlar? aras?nda yürümek ?u ana kadar bu gezegende tan?d???m en sarho? edici ?ey.

Ad?n? koyamad???m?z her ?eyin fakiri oldu?umuz o kadar do?ru ki.

Pentru mine, ca b?rbat, femeia e stranie ?i str?in? (atât de stranie încât sfâr?e?te prin a deveni "mister")

Está pensando en su cerebro. Le parece extraño que, aunque no funcione bien, su cerebro vaya a servirle para entender por qué no funciona.

You dig deeper and it gets more and more complicated, and you get confused, and it's tricky and it's hard, but... It is beautiful.

The world is a strange place , thought Haupt, alone in the dark, almost unbearably so. And yet, it is the only place I have. And I'm not even entirely sure I have it.

He was standing back in the living room, and he just had this look. He had on a tan suit, with these hazel eyes, shaggy blond hair. Very good-looking. Very well dressed. He could do this thing with his eyes. All of a sudden they were like stars - this twinkle there, this spark. I still remember that look. 'What is this?' I said to myself. 'What is this?

Fast-Fish? What

Ignorance is the parent of fear, and being completely nonplussed and confounded about the stranger, I confess I was now as much afraid of him as if it was the devil himself who had thus broken into my room at the dead of night.

There are doubts, sir, which, if man have them, it is not man that can solve them.

Dissect him how I may, then, I but go skin deep; I know him not, and never will. But if I know not even the tail of this whale, how understand his head? much more, how comprehend his face, when face he has none? Thou shalt see my back parts, my tail, he seems to say, but my face shall not be seen. But I cannot completely make out his back parts; and hint what he will about his face, I say again he has no face.

But the recurrent ambiguity of the American tale of the supernatural reveals both a fascination with the possibility of numinous experience and a perplexity about whether there was, in fact, anything numinous to be experienced. Writers often delighted in leading readers into, but not out of, the haunted dusk of the borderland.