Quotes About Perplexity

Democrats are running around like they found a hair in their biscuit.

A child said What is the grass? Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he." ?— ?Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself

Know what Freud wrote in his diary when he was 77? "What do women want? My God, what do they want?" Fifty years this giant brain spends analyzing women. And he still can't find out what they want. So this makes him the world's greatest expert on female psychology?

Frankly, people don't make sense to me.

Frankly, people don't make sense to me.' I nod in agreement. 'Frankly, people don't make sense to me either,' I say.

Even the smartest person in the world could be scared by what he did or did not understand.

Everything had gone wrong, nothing made sense, why why why why?

How's life?" "That's the stupidest question I've ever heard.

Confusion is that wonderful state right before clarity.

In my world, there are no simple questions, and precious few answers of any kind. If you are going to write about me, you must resign yourself to that.

What's wrong with you people? he asked, looking at me as if I was clinically insane. What's wrong with Ireland? Are you all just fucking nuts over there, is that it? Don't you want each other to be happy? No, I said, finding my country a difficult one to explain. No, I don't think we do.

The book the man is reading is the Word of God, the Bible. It has become both the focus of and the reason for his current state of perplexity and distress. The heavy burden on his back is his awakened knowledge and sense of his own sin. The man discovers the frightful condition of his heart, which provokes genuine and constant fears of damnation. These fears are an ever-present weight upon his entire person. 4.

Sometimes I feel like we're friends, sometimes I feel like we're more than friends, and sometimes I feel like I've never known you at all.

You wondered how you'd make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the very thing you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see.

I've always liked the effect of having somebody in there who hadn't the faintest idea what was going on.

I'm not a matchmaker, I don't know the logic behind the decisions they make.

I didn't understand the Los Angeles atmosphere.

Jamal stared at the dog in his arms. Why I am I holding a dog full of angels?

Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.

He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he had never suspected the existence of bloomed in him. It traveled from his chest along his veins to every limb. It swelled in his head, muffled his ears, stilled his voice, and collected in his feet and fingers. Having no language for it, he remained silent, but felt it root, become permanent.

There were some for whom the world was such a tricky thing that they marvelled at it without feeling any need to puzzle it out.

holding up a single picture and studying it with a frown. She's seen a ghost

holes are interesting. there are books about holes.

Why are free spirits always so fucking dumb?