Quotes About Perplexity

She doesn't know where they are, or where we are.

Starflight looked as if someone had just asked him whether breathing was really necessary.

I say these damned things,' Jack went on, musing as they drank their bottle, 'and don't quite understand at the time, though I see people looking black as hell, and frowning, and my friends going "Pst, pst", and then I say to myself, "You're brought by the lee again, Jack.

I matrimoni degli altri sono una perpetua fonte di perplessità», commentò Stephen.

End? You don't mean like, dead end?

Pimsa," Héctor said, passing the industrial park. "What's that?

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

I am bothered by poems I don't understand.

happened. And yet, why did she feel

There are some things in life we can never understand, things we are better off not understanding.

I don't want to brag about how dumb I am, but this job is plain as astronomy to me. I understand everything about it except what you have done and why, and what you're trying to do and how.

I don't," he said, "and that's a fact. I just can't size them up at all. This Mrs. Jorgensen, now, what is she?" "A blonde.

Everyone in the life before was cranky, I think, because they just wanted to know. --After I Was Thrown in the River and Before I Drowned

The world is upside down. Good is bad and bad is deified.

happened?" "Yeah.

They both looked at me in a way that was fast becoming familiar: two parts bafflement to one part awe at my talent for making a bad situation worse.

Degrur, that doesn't make any sense at all." "I just woke up

Still, though. Right. Exactly.

though Miss Rebecca Sharp has twice had occasion to thank Heaven, it has been, in the first place, for ridding her of some person whom she hated, and secondly, for enabling her to bring her enemies to some sort of perplexity or confusion; neither of which are very amiable motives for religious gratitude

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

looked over to where I had dropped my net. There it was right where I had dropped it; wide open and not a monkey in it. I couldn't believe it. How on earth could the little monkeys have gotten out of the net? My first thought was that the yellow ring had gotten tangled in a bush, and while the monkeys were flouncing

What's the use? The people are too stupid. They do not understand.