Quotes About Disorientation

We always ken where we are! It's just sometimes mebbe we aren't sure where everything else is, but it's no' our fault if everything else gets lost! The Nac Mac Feegle are never lost!

For the first six or eight months at Juilliard I felt paralysed. I didn't know what I was doing.

I looked up, but had to crane my head back, leaving the features above me wrong-side up. The clear green eyes were the same, and, unfortunately, so was the spiky blond hair. It didn't look any better from this angle, I decided.

I feel like I'm stuck in an IFCF." I raised a brow. "Interdimensional Fairy Cluster Fuck," she said sourly.

we were sucked into the sea of gyrating bodies like socks into a washing machine's agitator. Seconds later, bruised and sweaty and alone, I was spit out at the other end.

This salt mist blots out everything that comforts and speaks to the traveler: roads, bridges, towns, trees. There's no face I might see and know, only the mist whose insistent hand runs over our faces and flanks.

T]he American fanatic has always suffered moral disorientation at the mere thought of anyone 'getting something for nothing'.

These are all the street signs for this area but he keeps moving them around at night so the only people who aren't lost all the time are the children who never pay attention to signs anyway.

It's always ugly in the middle. At the root of transition is "transit," a voyage from one place to another. As in any voyage, there is a departure, a disorienting time of travel and, finally, a destination. Transitions guru William Bridges calls the time between endings and new beginnings the "neutral zone," a "neither here nor there" psychological space where identities are in flux and people feel they have lost the ground beneath their feet.

There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.

Arriving half-drunk in a foreign place is hard on the nerves. You have a feeling that something is wrong, that you can't get a grip.

When we first get to space, we feel sick. Your body is really confused. You're dizzy. Your lunch is floating around in your belly because you're floating. What you see doesn't match what you feel, and you want to throw up.

Yes, there's a certain power to a photograph. The camera has a way of disorienting a person, if it wants to and, for me, when it disorients, it's got real value.

He could tell that Owen thought it was like putting his hand to a mirror and finding that his fingers could slide through the glass to another world, touch the image that lay there, the image of himself. It was disorienting for him, but desire kindled courage.

The episode with the American woman had shaken him as much as he sensed it had shaken her. It had been unexpected, a total, disorienting yanking-back to act out an archetypical role. He'd had as little volution in it as she, as if they'd been the puppets of higher purposes.

Finnigin found himself outside on the street, his vision disturbed by swirling motes of light and shade.

I could imagine that should a weak-willed traveller end up in Yhkey, they would quickly become so disoriented, they might forget where they were going and where they had come from. They might just become part of the madness, singing and dancing until they died.

I gulped air, so disoriented that I tried to swallow it, like food.

Ever since the first day I'd seen Drew, none of my thoughts made sense. My entire world had turned upside-down, and I had no explanation why.

The term "shock doctrine" describes the quite brutal tactic of systematically using the public's disorientation following a collective shock—wars, coups, terrorist attacks, market crashes, or natural disasters—to push through radical pro-corporate measures, often called "shock therapy.

They are able to welcome, then, a scenario in which "Good and Evil meet in ultimate battle." The barrage of beauty pornography joins with recent social upheavals to constitute an entirely new, chaotic, and disorienting environment; the food self-denial most women undergo is a form of sensory deprivation. So good and evil become thin and fat, fighting for the woman's soul.

The realisation hits me like a ton of bricks and I can't seem to catch my breath. I couldn't tell anybody my dreams if they asked me right now, nor my hopes and desires. If I was asked to put a plan into action, I wouldn't know where to start. I feel utterly lost.

I have a horrible sense of direction. I could get lost a mile away from my house.

fences, walls, and billboards. I didn't try to read them. I couldn't. My head spun as it had in my drinking