Quotes About Disorientation

each door you open is the wrong one, you withdraw in confusion, you seem to be lost in the book with white pages, unable to get out of it.

I could feel the bitter tang of his nausea rising, the wild disorientation of a mind and body spinning our of control. May the Emperor forgive me, it was delicious. Any extremes of physical experience, even the most unpleasant, are so alien to me that I cherish them.

Midway on our life's journey, I found myself In dark woods, the right road lost.

I've never been lost, but I was mighty turned around for three days once.

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

I can't say I was ever lost, but I was bewildered once for three days. — Daniel Boone

Surely you can feel it. Do you ever feel lost, as though people are speaking a foreign language, as though there's something going on which everyone else gets, but you don't?

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

If she was getting anywhere on this journey, it was still the wrong way.

We have had quite a time of it, quite a time. I move, when I move, in a daze of bafflement. It's as if I had been standing for all my life in front of a full-length mirror, watching the people passing by, behind and in front of me, and now someone had taken me roughly by the shoulders and spun me about, and behold! There it was, the unreflected world, of people and things, and I nowhere to be seen in it. I might as well have been the one who died.

When I'd woken the next morning, I'd done so in a dislocated world of dimmed daylight and diluted colors, a sodden world, feeling like I was a castaway on an alien planet.

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

There's no way that can be the river, Rhiow said. Rhi, the ceiling of Grand Central-- Saash said. It's backward, Rhiow snapped, thank you very much, I know all about it. Is it? Saash said. Which direction are you coming at it from? Rhiow closed her mouth and thought about that.

She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.

Everything was lost, I had fallen off the map: the disorientation of being in the wrong apartment, with the wrong family, was wearing me down, so I felt groggy and punch-drunk, weepy almost, like an interrogated prisoner prevented from sleeping for days. Over and over, I kept thinking I've got to go home and then, for the millionth time, I can't.

I WOKE WITH a start, my head hurting, aching all over. For a moment I didn't know where I was. Indeed, I felt so fuddled I didn't even know who I was. Hetty Feather, Sapphire Battersea, Emerald Star? I had three names now.

I was numb, but it was from not knowing just what this new life would hold for me.

In the middle of the road of my life, I awoke in a dark wood, where the true way was wholly lost.

It was too exactly as imagined to be true. But I felt as gladly and expectantly disorientated, as happily and alertly alone, as Alice in Wonderland.

The most prevalent poetic representation of contemporary experience is the mimesis of disorientation by non sequitor.

When she first came to New York she knew no one. She arrived in a rush, like someone who trips when they enter a room.

All right, first question. Where the fuck am I?" The person Kiva Lagos addressed sat at a small desk in a small room and appeared amused. "I thought your first question might be who the fuck am I." "All right, fine. Who the fuck are you?" "My name is Captain Robinette." "Hello, Captain Robinette. Charmed. Where the fuck am I?

Adam fluttered like a bewildered bee confused by too many flowers.

in my spell of uncertainty as to where I was...