Quotes About Perplexity

You, Dog. Youah all dog. Seems mighty funny to keep you in a piddlin' little cage, and just use you fo' getting' blue ribbons and little cups when you could be a huntin' dog. Seems might funny. Still, I s'pose it's impo'tant, else, Danny and Mistah Haggin wouldn't do it. But fo' the life of me I can't figgah it.

How could this have happened when everything was normal?

What I saw that night was a world so rich and complex I was disorientated, a world complete unto itself, a world of smooth surfaces broken occasionally by a flash of eccentricity so deep that it numbed any attempt at interpretation.

We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.

I don't know what I have said. I have answered so many questions and I am so confused I don't know one thing from another. I am telling you just as nearly as I know.

Nobody in this world can explain you the meaning of life, but I can explain it only in four words and these are – I also don't know.

There are three things most men love but never understand; females, girls and women.

Women," he snorted. "Can't live with 'em, can't return 'em for a full refund.

Another cat? I followed Maya into the bedroom. There a third cat, a heavy brown-and-black male, sauntered out from under the bed and sniffed at me. I could smell his fish breath. "And that's Emmet," Maya told me. Stella, Tinkerbell, and Emmet. Why on earth would one woman want three cats?

To ask the hard question is simple, The simple act of the confused will.

Confusion is the best form of communication. It's left to be unexplained.

Well I'm trying to think what I put in... I think I put in 'why?' to see if I'd confuse the computer.

If I could explain a head in a barrel to the King, he thought, I can explain a man in a tanpit to a Bishop. But I'd sooner be more certain of the facts.

We are not downhearted, but we cannot understand what is happening to our neighbours.

It ain't those parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it is the parts that I do understand.

I discovered the whitewashed wall beneath the window slick and syrupy with an abundance of goo. Since I didn't know what masturbation was, I of course didn't know what ejaculate was. I thought it was pus. I thought it was phlegm. I didn't know what to think, except that it was something terrible.

You are the strangest child," she told me. "I had no idea," she said. "I didn't begin to know.

And yet nothing of what he surmised meant a goddamn thing. None of his great ideas disposed of a single one of her difficulties.

Good, because I don't understand anything at all.

Will all this never end?" asked Mr. Hatford. "Why do I get the feeling that I don't even know half of all that's been going on around here?" "'Cause you don't, I guess," Wally mumbled.

Nuts grow on trees?" the spider inquired dubiously.

What do you mean, he?

I really do not know, Socrates, how to express what I mean. For somehow or other our arguments, on whatever ground we rest them, seem to turn round and walk away from us.

Then Prometheus, in his perplexity as to what preservation he could devise, stole from Hephaestus and Athena wisdom in the arts together with fire -- since by no means without fire could it be acquired or helpfully used by any -- and he handed it there and then as a gift to man.