Quotes About Perplexity

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What mystified Louie was his escape from the wreckage. If he had passed out from the pressure, and the plane had continued to sink and the pressure to build, why had he woken again? And how had he been loosed from the wires while unconscious?

She spoke with the usual cadences of the young: sentences curling upward at the end, all statements fading into a smoky, implied question mark, as though nothing could be said with any reasonable certainty.

She gave him a dubious look, as if he wasn't quite right in the head. "Sometimes, Englishman, I do not understand you. I love you, but I do not always understand you." She turned and started across the meadow. He remained where he was and watched her walk away, with her skirts in her hand and the sun on her hair. "I love you, too," he said, but only after she was too far away to hear. "I always have.

Everything felt wrong, lopsided. I knew from the weird fuzzy humming inside my head.

Mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood.

It is best to live in a state of perplexity and fluidity, like water, than to live in a hardened and doctrinal state of believing one knows everything.

Everyone who dies out there dies of confusion.

Most? What does that mean?

But I didn't know where she was going, Hannah whispers into the dark. I didn't know she was really going anywhere.

Wait a minute, can't you? I've only got three hands.

There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long, and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him than any women of the world...

Invisible insects of diabolical activity swarm in this place. I am tickled and twitched all over. Mentally, I have now committed a burglary under the meanest circumstances, and the myrmidons of justice are at my heels.

As to forming any plan for the future, I could as soon have formed an elephant.

The more he thought, the more perplexed he was; and, the more he endeavoured not to think, the more he thought.

was sometimes apprehensive that he might be at that very moment an interesting case of spontaneous combustion, without having the consolation of knowing it. At last, however, he began to think—as you or I would have thought at first; for it is always the person not in the predicament who knows what ought to have been done in it.

The old world falls apart, but the new has not emerged. Everything that once seemed permanent and real is revealed as a kind of hallucination. You don't know what to think, what to do; you don't know what anything means anymore. The life trajectory you had plotted out seems absurd, and you can't imagine another one. Everything is uncertain.

Who put a "stop payment" on my reality check?

You don't know if he's pissed or just laughing at you.

Sometimes I feel like a beetle crawling through a fusion power plant. I can feel a certain amount, see a certain amount, but I sure as hell dont understand everything.

These are days of special perplexity and depression, and the path of public duty is unusually rugged.

the face before him was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was smooth, with a black strip of cloth tied over its forehead, and yet it was deeply furrowed, like the sea, that can have tall waves but not a wrinkle on the surface. The eyes were like dark chasms and yet they were the eyes of a human being and not empty sockets. The skin was a greenish olive colour and looked as if it were made of bronze...

Information is uncertainty, surprise, difficulty, and entropy:

There came a time, he realized, when the strangeness of everything made it increasingly difficult to realize the strangeness of anything;