Quotes About Perplexity

Some men send me condoms and underpants. I'm not sure what they want.

and most of all she wondered about the man at the next table whose voice was like... like a dream which she did not know that she had dreamed.

Sometimes I think I've figured out some order in the universe, but then I find myself in Florida, swamped by incongruity and paradox, and I have to start all over again.

Well. I don't know where to start. What to say. What to think.

dudo que se imaginen nuestro plan, ya que ni nosotros mismos lo entendemos bien.

And I doubt they'll figure out our plan, since we can barely understand it ourselves.

Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.

Benno had to face facts. He had no idea what girls wanted. And, now that he thought about it, he suspected they didn't know, either.

I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?

You don't know what you need when you're a young writer. You can get small slivers of critical input, advice, comments, but if you're deep in the perplexity of your own process, as you should be, sorting it out in your own way, nothing is going to guide you more than small gestures of encouragement.

The part of something is missing and the remaining part is itself not able to explain what part is missing.

There is this error of thinking that things always have a reason that is accessible to us—that we can comprehend easily.

Our sophistication continuously puts us ahead of ourselves, creating things we are less and less capable of understanding.

could not understand what made one explanation more likely than the other

even if x remains vastly beyond our understanding.

the ones we study and discuss and try to predict from reading the newspapers, have become increasingly inconsequential.

Yet there may not be a visible because; to the contrary, frequently there is nothing, not even a spectrum of possible explanations.

I can't figure out if I like him. He's polite. It's the kind of politeness that makes you feel full, as if you've eaten too much jam

man's bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.

The simpler the solution, the harder it is to arrive at.

Ils rient et parlent de choses auxquelles je ne comprends rien et je reste figé au milieu. Ils m'admirent, mais seulement comme on admire une chose dont on sait qu'elle est sur le point de disparaître.

Although I accepted her thanks graciously and felt good about it in the moment, I had trouble sleeping that night. To this day, I still can't understand why.

What falls on air yet's lighter than balloon? What betrays time yet folds into a cut? Who flutters at the sight of song then bellows into flight? What height is halved by precipice, what gorge dissolved by trill? Who telling tales upbraids a stump when prattle veils its want? Stone breaks it not, nor diamonds, yet splits with just one word: it's used for casting devils out; still, fools obey it first.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.