Quotes About Disorientation

Confusion makes people uncomfortable. They can't put their finger on me.

I may be able to spot arrowheads on the desert but a refrigerator is a jungle in which I am easily lost.

The true problem with virtual reality is that orientation is no longer possible. We have lost our points of reference to orient ourselves. The de-realized man is a disoriented man.

There was a small point in my life in law school, right before I moved to Newark, when I didn't know what I wanted to do, and I felt so lost.

I have bizarre anxiety about being in a city - I have no idea who I am or where I am.

We are leaving the E.U. But we have no idea where we are going.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

You can smell diesel and deep-fried food and vomit and powdered sugar. These days, this is what passes for fun.

It wasn't until they were moving again that Cora realized she forgot to ask where they were headed.

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

And what I say is not it, not quite it, and I am getting mixed up, getting nowhere, talking nonsense, and the more I move about and search in the water where I grope on the sandy bottom for a glimmer I have glimpsed, the muddier the water grows, and the less likely it becomes that I shall grasp it.

Everything felt wrong, lopsided. I knew from the weird fuzzy humming inside my head.

If this is the case, then the "normal state" Prozac ushers in is an experience in the surreal, Dali's dripping clock, a disorientation so deep and sweet you spin. Thus Prozac, make no mistake about it, blissed me out and freaked me out and later on, when the full force of health hit me, sometimes stunned me with grief.

Everyone who dies out there dies of confusion.

I have to say that when you tour the world, obviously, the jetlags and different hours and ways of living and traveling, a lot of hours in the plane, and you wake up in the morning and you're not quite sure where you are, and it is very tiring.

I saw a fleet of fishing boats…. I flew down almost touching the craft and yelled at them, asking if I was on the right road to Ireland.They just stared. Maybe they didn't hear me. Maybe I didn't hear them. Or maybe they thought I was just a crazy fool. An hour later I saw land.

I don't know what day of the month it is!" said Scrooge. "I don't know how long I've been among the Spirits. I don't know anything. I'm quite a baby. Never mind. I don't care. I'd rather be a baby. Hallo! Whoop!

The old world falls apart, but the new has not emerged. Everything that once seemed permanent and real is revealed as a kind of hallucination. You don't know what to think, what to do; you don't know what anything means anymore. The life trajectory you had plotted out seems absurd, and you can't imagine another one. Everything is uncertain.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going nowhere, in opposite directions.

more apparent as I got off the plane and headed to the taxi stand. There was no point

Another visitor described them as "midget hells, where one lies awake and sweats the first half of the night, and frequently between midnight and dawn undergoes a fierce siege of heat-provoking nightmares." They seemed to be "designed by Detroit architects who probably couldn't envision a land without snow."19 Ford managers, said the priest, "never really figured out what country they were in.

slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going.

And you'd be left there like a fucking dumpling. You'd be standing there. A fucking dumpling man I'm telling ye.