Quotes About Perplexity

Solomon raised an eyebrow. Or rather, he left it where it was and dropped his body slightly.

faced with so much mystery, most of us find it hard to settle for simple awe.

They go on like that and I can't understand, really I can't, what it's all about, and yet I feel terrible.

Kilimanjaro West THREE DAYS HE HAD been watching the rain. Still he could not understand it.

Hunger. The first word he had spoken as BeeJee &ersenn knelt beside him on the streaming cobbles. He had rubbed his hands across his belly and said, "Why do I feel this?" Such an incredible question.

Looking in the mirror, staring back at me isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.

Qui donc, sur la tête, me donne des coups de barre de fer, comme un marteau frappant l'enclume?

People always ask me: "Why?! Oh God why?!" Mostly at the beach.

Inside every old person is a younger person wondering "What the hell happened?"

Perhaps you've experienced a similar kind of disorientation — you thought you knew where you were in relation to something (or someone), only to look up and have no idea where they went.

I don't understand a thing about this world: about people, and why they do the things they do. The more I find out, the more I uncover, the more I know, the less I understand.

What kind of lousy world is this? Has it always been this way, or has the bottom fallen out of it in the past couple of days? Has it always been so unfair? What is it that tips the scales so? I don't understand it.

I'd sneer and tell him he's got the cerebral finesse of an amoeba and delight in his squint of confusion.

I haven't got the goddamnedest idea of what the hell you're talking about. Kierkeguard, what's that? Sounds like deodorant, which is to say that the whole thing smells as far as I'm concerned.

The idea of writing down one's difficulties and perplexities is not a new one. Great men have found it valuable in clearing their minds and helping them to wise and deliberate judgment—why shouldn't I, in my smaller way, find a solution to my difficulties in the same manner?

Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?" -Spader

Basketball is like the one game I can't figure out when it comes to videogames.

Watercress. Jesus. He knew every gun that had ever been manufactured. Every hold in every martial art. This was beyond him. What the fuck was watercress?

I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.

Why is it that you've never got the least goddamned clue what's happening inside your own head. Have you ever noticed this trend? Doesn't it bug you sometimes?

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

I know. It makes my head hurt too.

It's a confusing sort of thing. he said. What is? Life.

How could all this happen when there was an ocean?