Quotes About Perplexity

Richard Abbott, who I thought knew everything, answered: "I don't know, exactly.

but when I look at you now, I don't know who you are." I told her I occasionally had the same feeling about myself.

He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

You always admire what you really dont understand.

How could I be so lost, In a place I know so well? How could I be so broken, In a family so together? How could I be so lonely, Surrounded by so many? How could I be so unhappy, Surrounded by so much beauty? How could I be me, When even I remain a mystery?

Life is as difficult to live as it it to understand...

Some of the most beautiful and fulfilling things in life are often things that we have very little understanding of.

there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.

Suddenly all I had were questions.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

And then, abruptly, the memory of his dead wife returned to him, and probably thinking it too complicated to inquire into how, at such a time, he could have allowed himself to be carried away by an impulse of happiness, he confined himself to a gesture which he habitually employed whenever any perplexing question came into his mind: that is, he passed his hand across his forehead, dried his eyes, and wiped his glasses. And he

Suppose a man to be a true believer, and yet finds in himself a powerful indwelling sin, leading him captive to the law of it, consuming his heart with trouble, perplexing his thoughts, weakening his soul as to duties of communion with God, disquieting him as to peace, and perhaps defiling his conscience, and exposing him to hardening through the deceitfulness of sin,—what

What!" Schiffer blurted, not a question. Lucas had been watching Carver and Dannon again, and again, their eyes were blank; if they'd been lizards, Lucas thought, a nictitating membrane might have dropped slowly across them.

How'n the hell they find anything in there?

The short version was death, disease, despots and destruction. The longer version had kept him up wondering what the hell was wrong with people.

Sometimes I don't know if my life is complicated, or if it's that I just think too much about things.

But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find I've survived.

When Mary is confused or perplexed, she spurts anger the way an octopus spurts ink, and hides in the dark cloud of it.

Men and women wanted to inspect her, to be close to her, to try to find what caused the disturbance she distributed so subtly. And since this had always been so, Cathy did not find it strange.

Noah the first-born, tall and strange, walking always with a wondering look on his face, calm and puzzled. He had never been angry in his life. He looked in wonder at angry people, wonder and uneasiness, as normal people look at the insane.

I don't know about this thing - being famous. I haven't figured it out yet. It still mystifies me.

I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.