Quotes About Perplexity

Don't talk to me about sense. i've been alive for forty-seven years and I have absolutely no understanding of human nature whatsoever. I might as well be living with a completely different species, giant squids or perhaps some kind of insect colony.

What it sees there isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.

He didn't understand religion. It was like heroin or golf: He knew a lot of people did it, but he didn't understand why.

We looked not at each other, and neither at the ground, but at a place in space a few feet from our faces, where I suppose one looks for a clear answer to appear out of undefined shock.

And there were hundreds of singular events experienced by individuals: creatures moving in the shadows, voices and screams from the sewer grates, milk souring, cats scratching owners, dogs howling, and a thousand people woke up to find that they no longer cared for the taste of chocolate. It was a fucked-up day.

Outside the bedroom Jane fumbled around and in her purse and produced a pack of cigarettes, but couldn't figure out whether to smoke one or not. "Holy Motown Jesus with Pips, what the fuck is going on in there?

Quoi?" she had said, in perfect fucking French.

What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-

What are those?" he asked.

It was a strange universe. The more she learned, the stranger it seemed, and she doubted she would ever find the answers to all her questions.

What? I ask. I don't get anything about this day. Everything is just off. Are you sure? Am I sure where I live? Yeah. Steeple Drive. Your cabin is on this road? Is it just me, or is everything I'm saying slightly freaking you out?

That was when I saw the Pendulum.

If I could, I would begin this book by telling you what Life is. But unfortunately I do not know what Life is. The only consolation I can find is in the fact that nobody else knows either.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and spoons?

She was smoking a cigarette and staring out the window as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Wie? Was? Wie?

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our perplexity when alone.

Then it was all over. Or maybe it wasn't. The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

And that was why she was angry. Because they weren't giving her a reason to be angry. Feelings. Were. Stupid.

You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?

The next thing I knew I was listening to five people shouting. What was that all about, anyway?

I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?

As she reached to hug Amy, Loretta heard someone shout. She glanced back at the small cluster of wagons and saw a woman waving her arms and beckoning to them. "Something's up." Amy squinted into the sunlight. "Do they want their dung or not? Addlepated woman. If she thinks I'm gonna run all the way back over there, she's got another think.