Quotes About Disorientation

Where am I?" Thomas asked, surprised

It felt like his head was spinning faster than his body, and his stomach flipped over with the dizziness.

It's like we're mice in a maze

Michael was not himself. He lay on the bed of a stranger,

was as if his memory loss had stolen a chunk of his language—it was disorienting.

And how did we get here?" Bryson added. "What happened to that town we were in? Where are we? And while we're at it, where can I get a burger?

Nothing is lonelier or more disorienting than insomnia

By quarter of ten I was sitting on the floor of my room at Hobie's house with my mind reeling like a spun-down top wobbling and veering from side to side.

I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing

But now he felt as if the whole world were tipping backwards over his head, and this, he couldn't help feeling, was a very worrying thing for the world to do.

His head was swimming freestyle, but someone in his stomach was doing the butterfly.

The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was

They threw themselves back to the ground that seemed to spin hideously around them. "What was that?" hissed Arthur. "Something red," hissed Ford back at him. "Where are we?" "Er, somewhere green." "Shapes," muttered Arthur, "I need shapes." The

Assumptions are the things you don't know you're making, which is why it is so disorienting the first time you take the plug out of a wash basin in Australia and see the water spiralling down the hole the other way round. The very laws of physics are telling you how far you are from home.

Melchett said gloomily, 'Well, we know where we are -- or rather, where we aren't!' 'Where we aren't expresses it rather better, sir.

It was like a nightmare. He had gone in a brisk, cheerful man. He came out like a drunken one—reeling a little on his feet, and with a queer dazed expression on his face.

Carl Reiter shook his head. He said helplessly: "I guess I don't know anything at all, sir.

To wander through a day care center in Newcastle while clutching a map of the Berlin subway is genuinely disorienting.

I personally have a background of many days on end of confusion, understimulation, overstimulation, and uncomfortableness with the world around me.

After you ride a roller coaster that's been going up for a year and a half, and you reach the pinnacle and then dive straight down with no gradual decline, it's a little disorienting. I didn't know how to take losing.

I feel like I was wandering around like a lost chicken for the first two years of my career.

Most of us live in a fog. It's like life is a movie we arrived to 20 minutes late. You know something important seems to be going on. But we can't figure out the story. We don't know what part we're supposed to play or what the plot is.

He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor.

talking to him this morning had been like taking that first bite of an orange. That first sip of black, black coffee. He listened as though she mattered precisely as much as he did. How disorienting this quality was to encounter in a man.