Quotes About Disorientation

Every now and then we find ourselves living through moments that make no sense at all. It's almost as if some omnipotent film editor has snipped us out of our familiar everyday movie and spliced us into something completely random, from a different time and genre and even from a foreign country and partially animated, because suddenly you look around you and the language is unknown and nothing that happens has any relationship to what you think of as reality. This

After only a few seconds the door opened, and I had a very unsettling moment of disorientation. The man who opened the door and stood looking down at us was very nearly a dead ringer for Lurch, the butler on the old Addams Family TV show. He was close to seven feet tall and wore a classic butler's outfit, complete with morning coat. But happily for my sense of unreality, when he spoke to us it was in a high voice with a thick Cuban accent. "Joo rang?" he said. Deborah

Is there any place we're not moving through? Disoriented, lost, at sea, at odds, astray, adrift, bewildered, confused, uprooted, turned around. I'm related to these related terms. These words are my abode, my only foothold.

Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud of cluelessness.

Recently, everything around me felt familiar yet amiss, like the first time you ride in the back seat of your own car.

We're blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snoots. We know nothing. I perceived this . . . now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.

Then she felt dizzy. This was all impossible, and it was all happening.

My eyes are open and I'm not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside.

Nothing tells you that you are not on Earth anymore than exhaling at one price and inhaling at another.

Perhaps you've experienced a similar kind of disorientation — you thought you knew where you were in relation to something (or someone), only to look up and have no idea where they went.

Feeling the motion of an earthquake even when there isn't one is called jishin yoi, which means "earthquake drunk.

I have vertigo. Vertigo makes it feel like the floor is pitching up and down. Things seem to be spinning. It's like standing on the deck of a ship in really high seas.

It's a very confusing era that we're in.

I went to Kent State basically to avoid going to Vietnam, I had no idea what I was doing in the world. I was lost, and trying not to get into a fight every day.

I know. It makes my head hurt too.

There is an airport in Hermosillo, and Hermosillo is only eighty-five miles about Guaymas, but to fly is to miss the point. The point is to become disoriented, shriven, by the heat and the deceptive perspectives and the oppressive sense of carrion. The road shimmers. The eyes want to close.

What I saw that night was a world so rich and complex I was disorientated, a world complete unto itself, a world of smooth surfaces broken occasionally by a flash of eccentricity so deep that it numbed any attempt at interpretation.

I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks.

Being drunk makes walking places hard.

Confuse your trail, lose your trail.

Life's a journey for everybody but somebody has stolen my map.

I just woke up by the side of the road in the dark like I'd been dumped there by the Mafia, but you take your time explaining, that's fine with me.

Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.

Are you alright? No, I bumped my head. Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway. What did I bang it on? I demanded ungrammatically. My head. he said, rather grumpily, I thought.