Quotes About Disorientation

She had taken the wrong path, opened the wrong door, and was unable to find her way back. Suddenly

when I am in a foreign city and feel even the slightest bit disoriented, I can feel the panic of that day on the Hong Kong street begin to rise in my chest. My story of being lost ended quickly and happily, but it still haunts me.

high altitude coupled with rigorous exercise can raise lithium levels. I became completely disoriented and totally incapable of navigating my way down the mountain.

I could point out that we have a compass, but Anders isn't just directionally challenged—put a compass in his hand, and it starts spinning, as if his very physiology foils him.

desorientación en el reino de la abundancia

drunk right now, Amfortas suspected, or high on amphetamine,

my brain had begun to endure its familiar siege: panic and dislocation, and a sense that my thought processes were being engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world.

Strange the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known. In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease? On from room to room I stray, Yet my Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day Whether guest or captive I. So, between the starry dome And the floor of plains and seas, I have never felt at home, Never wholly been at ease.

Okay, well I think the programme is like being screamed at for an hour by a drunk with a strobe-light, but like I said--

My skull connects with a hard, flat thing I think is the wet asphalt pavement of the parking lot, but turns out to be a bolt of greasy lightning that knocks me off a high wall into a deep, wet place that covers me up tight under a blue-black blanket of blankness…

English should have a word for that feeling you get when you first wake up in a strange room and have no freaking idea where you are. Hotezzlement?

And for the information of young hunters, I will just say, in this place, that whenever a fellow gets bad lost, the way home is just the way he don't think it is. This rule will hit nine times out of ten.

You'll know you've officially become sleep deprived when you have the unique feeling of being drunk, high, and on a psychiatric hold all at the same time. Some

Feeling like your life's been ripped apart and put together again, only put together wrong.

It's not always easy to see which end is up.

I kept getting the odd sensation that I was in fact perfectly stationary, and that I was pushing the world around under my feet.

When the world is tipping beneath you and you are tumbling even when you are sitting, even when you are sleeping (especially when you are sleeping), any place is the same as any other place.

that as a kind of trap, a way to become distracted Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and still the sense that whatever will disorient and destabilize lies below you, deciding whether to be seen or remain unseen—around a corner, beyond the horizon, and with each new empty reveal, each curve of the steps lit by the blue flames of dead words, toward an unknown become shy, you are wound ever tighter, even though there is nothing to be seen.

When I don't know what I'm doing, I look like I don't know what I'm doing. When I'm excited or nervous, I look excited or nervous. And when I am lost, which is frequently, I look lost.

Future shock is the shattering stress and disorientation that we induce in individuals by subjecting them to too much change in too short a time.

Future shock… the shattering stress and disorientation that we induce in individuals by subjecting them to too much change in too short a time.

He rambled. Oh boy, did he ramble. He rambled in a way that was nothing but a bunch of bippidy blah blah to my ears. Rambled in a way that made my head go all dizzy and squeezy.

I remember my first practice, from Pee Wee football when I was, like, 10, and I didn't know what was going on.

There are records that, in my opinion, only reach their full potential when the listener is disoriented.