Quotes About Perplexity

sometimes it's hard to know what to do.

and this being mixed in with a minor intellectualism confused me somewhat

We wake out of our dreams and wonder where the blood in our hands came from.

Georgina darts forward, grabs my hand, and pumps it up and down while peering at my face as if she's wondering why water isn't gushing from my mouth.

Really?" Professor Skullface blinked at her in confusion. "Why ever not?

IT WASN'T THAT Moore

Mr Tanner frowned at him, as though he was a spelling mistake.

Nothing could be counted on in a world where even when you were a solution you were a problem.

Well, if the belly buttons are to grow like-lines to give the baby blood, and only girls have babies, how come boys have belly buttons?" Maureen hesitated. "I don't know," she admitted. "But boys have all sorts of things they don't need.

It made me feel odd looking at that eye, like there was a world of curiosities I didn't know about: crocodiles with huge eyes and snakes with no heads and thunderbolts God threw down that turned to stone. Sometimes I got that hollowed-out feeling too when looking at a sky full of stars or into the deep water the few times I went out in a boat, and I didn't like it: it was as if the world were too strange for me ever to understand it.

today. Stephanie hadn't known how to respond to it.

The deck appeared to be nothing more than a jumble of ropes and lines. The vessel was filled with objects that seemed to have no discernible purpose. Even the sailors appeared like aliens. They dressed their scarred, often disfigured bodies in strange clothing, ran around the deck barefoot, or scampered aloft like monkeys as they mouthed words that might as well have been Greek:

It was us, I thought. Jamie and me. We had fallen down a rabbit hole, fallen into Susan's house, and nothing made sense, not at all, not anymore.

I'm strangely comforted when I hear from scientists that human beings are the most complex creatures we know of in the universe, still, by far. Black holes are in their way explicable; the simplest living being is not. I lean a bit more confidently into the experience that life is so endlessly perplexing. I love that word. Spiritual life is a way of dwelling with perplexity—taking it seriously, searching for its purpose as well as its perils, its beauty as well as its ravages.

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

to inquire about the ultimate foundation of everything is to ask a question that perhaps simply does not make sense.

A Benet) No te goces en desconcertar.

How dreadful...to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.

I can't remember events from yesterday, or earlier tonight when I put my credit cards away for safekeeping. Now for the life of me I don't know precisely what safekeeping is.

What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?

What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there. "It's a girl," Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.

Sometimes I feel like I'm actually on the wrong planet. It's great when I'm in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, 'What the hell am I doing here?

How was it that he could remember not remembering, and yet the fugitive facts themselves remained so elusive? How could he misplace the skills of a lifetime? Where did such knowledge go?

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.