Quotes About Disorientation

Don't feel too bad. Everyone's in chains here. Eriophora's a slave ship. We cavemen are shackled by our need for air and food and water, by the disorienting discontinuity of lives cut into slices spread centuries apart. The Chimp is shackled by its own stupidity, And you, well...

In the West, there have been many pre-twentieth century configurations of the self...Each of these selves are part of the heritage of the West. Each of these selves, all sure that they were the one, proper way of being human, all sure that their way of arranging power relations of gender, race, community and age was the one natural arrangement, all sure that their God was the only true God, are the antecedents of our current self. It is a humbling, disorienting vision.

I say "courage," but it may be something else. Those who have not taken this step, who have not come to terms with themselves, are not necessarily frightened, they are perhaps helpless, disoriented, lost as one is in the middle of a forest that's too dark or dense or vast.

Those who have not taken this step, who have not come to terms with themselves, are not necessarily frightened, they are perhaps helpless, disoriented, lost as one is in the middle of a forest that's too dark or dense or vast.

In the elevator it seemed to Enid that the ship was suffering not only from a seesaw motion but also from a yaw, as if its bow were the face of someone experiencing repugnance.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

Bu anlams?z dünya kargaÅŸa dolu ve ben de kaybolanlardan biriyim.

When I was a kid, I used to see apparitions and have hallucinations, and my entire perception of the world was badly disoriented. And I had kind of a chaotic childhood because of that. I've really hung onto it, though. Because I actually like those feelings.

It's not unusual for me to wake up in the middle of the night and not know where I am. I take sleep medication to deal with all the flights. But I find it helps to eat at the same time every day.

Here's a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way; you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth.

Around 1978, I got really, really sick of waking up in hotel rooms when I don't know where I am.

Most of my films seem to be about people bewildered by the world around them, who don't fit into it and are trying to understand it.

I was a semiotics major at Brown, and there's this idea that stories are better, books are better, and movies are better if they cocked you off your axis and you were completely disoriented and you'd really have to rethink everything. Nobody has that experience, actually.

I don't know anything anymore

The merry-go-round was running, yes, but... It was running backward. The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.

And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else's house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser.

Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straight-forward pathway had been lost

Pislogva ébredt, kis fejfájással s szemét egy olyan világra nyitotta, amely maga volt a kotyogó káosz, az az minden a megszokott rendben volt.

He bolted up. "What's happening? Where's my pants?

Often she felt as though she had been picked up and turned about like a kaleidoscope, that all her complacent assumptions had been shaken up and reassembled in a different order

I felt as lonely and desolate as a man suddenly fallen from the clouds into an unknown town on the Antarctic Continent built of ice and inhabited by Penguins. Who are these people? I asked myself irritably.

Eu teria voltado para casa, se soubesse onde ficava. Mas como eu não tinha mais certeza sobre coisa nenhuma, resolvi ficar parado no mesmo lugar para ver se minha casa acabava me encontrando.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Look, man, I don't know what you're talking about. They put me in here last night, I slept in that bed"—he pointed to the one with the rumpled sheet and blanket—"and I woke up about five minutes ago and took a pee.