Quotes About Perplexity

All my own life, I ain't understood shit about what was goin on. A thing jus happen, then somethin else happen, then somethin else, an so on, an haf the time nothin makin any sense.

Pero cómo contestar a preguntas nunca hechas, si, además, una es para vosotras tan nadie.

Remarkable. A hanged bird. A hanged sparrow. The eccentricity of it clamored with a loud voice and pointed to a human hand that had torn into the thicket—but who? Who hanged it, why, for what reason? .

This isn't right. This isn't even wrong.

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

Kalau begitu, apa gunanya punya akal, Richard Parker? Apakah sekadar untuk memenuhi kebutuhan sehari-hari —- mencari makanan, pakaian, dan atap untuk berteduh? Kenapa akal tak bisa memberikan jawaban-jawaban yang lebih kompleks? Kenapa kita bisa menanyakan hal yang tak ada jawabannya? Buat apa punya jala begitu besar kalau sedikit sekali ikan yang bisa ditangkap?

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

Ein ewiges rätsel will ich bleiben mir und anderen

Science, you don't know, looks like magic.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

I really like things I don't understand: when I read a thing I don't understand I feel a sweet and abysmal vertigo.

Look, haven't you noticed, none of your questions have answers?

Só uma vez se fez uma trágica pergunta: Quem sou eu? Assustou-se tanto que parou completamente de pensar.

I thought of something so beautiful that I couldn't understand it. And I ended up forgetting what it was.

Me quedo perpleja como una criatura al ver que incluso en el amor hay que tener sentido común y noción de la medida.

Dear God, how sweetly she sank into the incomprehension of herself.

Exactly why we survive and can look back with furrowed brow is beyond me.

She was good at playing abstract confusion in the same way that a midget is good at being short.

I wish I could say I'd hit upon the answers to the great mysteries of life [Huncke said a few weeks before he died at age 81]. But it doesn't make any more sense to me than it did on day one.

She put her cool hands to her hot cheeks, wondering why her heart should show so little regard for her feelings

I wonder what I've married into," Morgan Williams says. But really, this is just something Morgan says; some men have a habitual sniffle, some women have a headache, and Morgan has this wonder.

He does not even hate Francis Weston, any more than you hate a biting midge; you just wonder why it was created.

And the more the king snips and carps, the more do his petitioners seek out the company of Cromwell, so unfailing in his amiable courtesy. At home, Jo comes to him looking perplexed. She