Quotes About Disorientation

He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.

There are different kinds of being lost, ranging from momentary disorientation to the complete, all-out, am-I-even-on-planet-Earth variety.

She took a deep breath and asked, "I'm sorry, Captain. I'm feeling a bit discombobulated. Can you please start from the beginning and tell me what happened?

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says.

When the world came to, it came, not to its senses, but to its madness.

I can't say I was ever lost but I was bewildered once for three days.

What the neutral zone is and why it exists can be seen in figure 4.1. It is a time when all the old clarities break down and everything is in flux. Things are up in the air. Nothing is a given anymore, and anything could happen. No one knows the answers: one person says one thing and someone else says something completely different.

People's anxiety rises and their motivation falls. They feel disoriented and self-doubting. They are resentful and self-protective. Energy is drained away from work into coping tactics.

They made Lennie feel like an actor who has wandered into the wrong play.

the elements of a modern creation myth are all around us. It is harmful because it contributes to the subtle but pervasive quality of disorientation in modern life that the pioneering French sociologist Émile Durkheim referred to as "anomie": the sense of not fitting in, which is an inescapable condition of those who have no conception of what it is they are supposed to fit into.

Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.

It's my red hair that interferes with my good sense. All that color so close to my brain, it plum disorients me most days.

I'm generally so disoriented during the week about what I'm doing and where I am - I travel a lot - that when I'm home on a Sunday, I typically try to sleep in as much as I can.

He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.

Both the Sublime and the Beautiful induce a state of submission that is often combined with the possibility of getting lost. They disorientate and undermine purpose. In one of several erotic sections in the Enquiry Burke describes the experience of looking at a beautiful woman's body: it is, he writes, like a 'deceitful maze, through which the unsteady eye glides giddily, without knowing where to fix, or whither it is carried'. It

The first cause of waste is probably even buried in our DNA. Human beings have a need for maintaining consistency of the apperceptive mass. What does that mean? What it means is, for every perception we have, it needs to tally with the one like it before, or we don't have continuity, and we become a little bit disoriented.

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.

By going to places where I do not belong, I experience the art of living - orientation through disorientation. All the deserts of the world lie within us, after all.

De camera staat nu op zijn kop. Met mijn voeten hang ik aan de straten van de stad, mijn hoofd zwabbert in de leegte. Trams slaan vonken uit de ruimte. Lantaarnpalen breken los uit het trottoir en storten de diepte in. De regisseur is verliefd geworden op zijn effect en vergeet z'n levensgevaarlijk rondscharrelende hoofdrolspeler. Ik raak verward in de glanzend berijpte takken van een boom.

She pulled him through the door. As he passed the jamb from the dingy hallway it was like stepping into a Gilbert Morosco party. Lines wavered, planes warped, colors blended and changed and formed unfathomable patterns; odors penetrated his head, drove openings through passages

Human history was the story of increasingly disoriented hunger.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

1. Human history was the story of increasingly disoriented hunger.