Quotes About Perplexity

The world is so mysterious, and there's so many social interactions where I have no idea what I'm supposed to do - what's being asked of me, what's expected of me.

People want to see something they're not sure they should be seeing.

He seemed full of some goodness she didn't understand

She was thinking. i could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother for her.

I looked at Spangler. He was leaning forward so far he was almost out of his chair. He looked as if he was going to jump. I couldn't think of any reason why he should jump, so I thought he must be excited. I looked back at Breeze. He was about as excited as a hole in the wall.

I suppose you do this to all the clients," she said softly.

They never tell you why they are doing anything. That way you don't find out they don't know themselves.

She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

The big man leaned down from his hips and bent his knees a little and breathed in my face. 'What for did you call me Hemingway, pally?' 'There are ladies present.

I went over to a floor lamp and pulled the switch, went back to put off the ceiling light, and went across the room again to the chessboard on a card table under the lamp. There was a problem laid out on the board, a six-mover. I couldn't solve it, like a lot of my problems.

I love a question I can't answer. It keeps things interesting, even after so many years.

It would have compromised his basic approach to life which was to have it as confusing, labyrinth-laden and fucked up as possible.

I wonder what in the hell I was thinking about?' he said aloud to himself. 'I wonder if I'm losing my mind?' That was like a duck wondering why it flies south in the autumn or an old camel noticing one day that he has a hump on his back.

Good work,' he said, and went out the door. What work ? We never saw him before. There was no door.

The sum of such chaos was that I seemed to be reading a book that never really started and never quite finished.

Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.

The trouble was, how could you know what question to ask? It seemed to her that you were in a position to ask a really correct question only if you already knew the answer, and what was the point of that?

When one is advised that something is black and white at the same time, it would be better to have no advice at all.

I do not really understand. What was happening inside you? I did not have a clue.

Good God! What in the hell was that noise?" The man in front of them turned in his seat. "That's what I've been asking myself this half hour and then some

She had been here before. She had never been here before. There was always something just out of sight, just around a corner, something she could never chase down—something that was chasing her down.

The logic of a madman is a sane man's confusion.

A bitter and perplexed "What shall I do?" Is worse to man than worse necessity.

Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.