Quotes About Perplexity

The strangeness that made everything sparkle came from me. Worlds rose out of my bottomless perplexity

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.

It's crazy how you can get yourself in a mess sometimes and not even be able to think about it with any sense and yet not be able to think about anything else.

So this is America. They must be out of their minds.

There was a sense of being in the midst of something having prodigious weight and volume but no form, of being utterly unable to utilize past experience.

ThÆ°Æ¡ng thay nh?ng k? om sòm ?i tìm ng?n lá»­a thiêu mòn th? gian L?i không hi?u ???c cho tròn CÆ¡n s?t g?y mòn là ng?n lá»­a kia ?

Para un joven adepto un poco perplejo, que no estaba, sin embargo, falto de experiencia en el dominio de las cosas prohibidas, tal suposición no sólo era extravagante, sino que resultaba seductora hasta el punto de imponérsele con toda la apariencia lógica de la verdad.

God makes us ask ourselves questions most often when He intends to resolve them. He gives us needs that He alone can satisfy, and awakens capacities that He means to fulfill. Any perplexity is liable to be a spiritual gestation, leading to a new birth and a mystical regeneration.

Questions arose. Like, what in the fuck was going on here, basically.

Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end), she too might not be left with only compiled memories of clues, announcements, intimations, but never the central truth itself, which my somehow each time be too bring for her memory to hold; which must always blaze out, destroying its own message irreversibly, leaving an overexposed blank when the ordinary world came back.

I believe, my dear Erienne," he began solicitously, the humor in his voice disguised by a disapproving frown, "that you either have a penchant for self-destruction… or you are somehow testing me… or my ability to protect you. I think this may bear further investigation." -Christopher

Nate paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Beatrice Love. The woman sat slumped in her chair talking silently to a small red object in the palm of her hand. That couldn't be good.

I watched, baffled, as Will Speckman floated like an angel, drifting down to the marina dock a hundred yards away. My mind suggested all kinds of crazy answers. The Trinity can fly. Will Speckman is actually a bird. Gravity has taken the night off.

Mystery is essential, they say. Mystery. Well, I was in one of those right now, and I couldn't say that I liked it very much.

A feeling rose inside him, making him queasy, as though an elaborate formula he'd thought was perfect was now giving false results because of an unpredictable variable.

The greatest fallacy: looking continually for an answer in things that are unanswerable.

There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out

cuando veía actuar a uno de sus «colegas», estaba en la misma situación que un niño de cinco años: le parecía magia.

Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad.

This light that could be either enlightenment or madness fills my head.

A position I couldn't help but notice was ambiguous at best.

Adam had chosen me, and this I didn't understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn't make sense.

I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I've lost it.

For the second time this week, I felt like Alice in Wonderland, about to fall down a pit, a new adventure forced upon me.