Quotes About Disorientation

No less than myself, though in a different way, he was entirely removed from the activities of the human beings of the world. We were of one species if only in that we were both disoriented.

Shock is a very weird thing.

Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she rubbed the side of her face and then blinked at what seemed to be a solid Avail of business suits. She looked up. 'Mount Rushmore,' she said. 'Little far west of home for this time of year?' The

I fell asleep among the beer mugs and when I woke, I couldn't think where I was.

Siempre paso miedo cuando vuelvo a pie a casa a estas horas... No sé exactamente dónde estoy...» Y era cierto que había que cruzar por una tierra de nadie o más bien por una zona neutra en la que uno estaba aislado de todo.

But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.

It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church.

I WOKE IN A BED. In a room. In an inn. More than that was not immediately clear to me. It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church.

It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church. I

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost.

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighbourhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost,

Listing hard to the right like a drunken seaman with an inner ear infection.

There will be moments when you simply don't understand what is going on.

There are chickens, there are eggs, there are deaf girls singing karaoke. Nothing makes sense anymore.

she confuses everything i am, shakes the change out of my pokets and makes me want to barter with foreign currency.

glazed eyes, pale skin, rapid or shallow pulse and breathing, disorientation, appears overly emotional or overly tranquil, i.e., acting like nothing has happened),

I think its a terrible invention. Nobody knows how to read a map anymore. You chase down a blue line but you have no idea where you are in the world. Like a rat in a maze. How do I ever know where I am in relation to Pikes Peak, or the South Platte? Or God?