Quotes About Disorientation

For me, leaving the Marine Corps was more disorienting than returning home.

I took a long rest period. I didn't know heads or tails of what anybody wanted; it seemed as if R&B had been put on the shelf.

And then something comes over you, and then suddenly it's as if you lift off the planet, and you're far above, looking down, and you've got to find this person, like the needle in the proverbial haystack. It's very strange. I could never express what that felt like. The feeling when you've lost something- that's bad enough. But when you've lost someone, it's awful.

Lo que hoy tiene de particular la incertidumbre es que existe sin la amenaza de un desastre histórico; y en cambio, está integrada en las prácticas cotidianas de un capitalismo vigoroso (…). La consigna "nada a largo plazo" desorienta la acción planificada, disuelve los vínculos de confianza y compromiso y separa la voluntad del comportamiento.

What statute was violated, if any, in turning a man exactly ninety degrees from everything else?

Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I'd started, then abandoned, long ago.

Revenirea in casa copilariei ma face sa simt dezorientat, ca si cum as citi finalul unui roman pe care l-am inceput si apoi l-am abandonat, cu multi ani in urma.

Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I'd started, then abandoned, long ago.

I've read, Monsieur Boustouler, that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise. That was how I felt, disoriented, suspended in confusion, stripped of my compass.

It's always like this after a few days here. I start to lose my bearings. The surface is one way, but then there are all these other things going on, sometimes going back decades, swirling undercurrents that I just don't understand. [p. 336]

Den lange jærnbanereise har rystet sammen alle de forskjellige dele i vore hoder, det danser mange løse ting omkring derinde, vi kjører endnu; selv har jeg desuten et lite tillæg av mathet, av ubehag, feber. Det der må nok kureres med en bitte liten dram, sier jeg. Og så ser jeg min leilighet til å hælde kognak i et ølglass.

Recordar el pasado o añorar la tierra natal son, en realidad, maneras de recurrir a algo tranquilizador cuando estamos desorientados en la vida real.

In 1938 humans were offered three global stories to choose from, in 1968 just two, and in 1998 a single story seemed to prevail. In 2018 we are down to zero. No wonder that the liberal elites, who dominated much of the world in recent decades, are in a state of shock and disorientation. To have one story is the most reassuring situation of all. Everything is perfectly clear. To be suddenly left without any story is terrifying. Nothing makes any sense.

Parvana found it all very confusing.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

It's so weird to live in this world. What a bizarre tension to care deeply about the refugee crisis in Syria and also about Gilmore Girls. It is so disorienting to fret over aged-out foster kids while saving money for a beach vacation. Is it even okay to have fun when there is so much suffering in our communities and churches and world? What does it say about us when we love things like sports, food, travel, and fashion in a world plagued with hunger and human trafficking?

I go away for a few years and the whole fucking world is upside down Jules said angrily. Buildings are missing. You get strip-searched every time you go to someone's office. Everybody sounds stoned because they're emailing people the whole time they're talking to you. Tom and Nicole are with different people...And now my rock-and-roll sister and her husband are hanging around with Republicans. What the fuck - Jules Jones

Driving east into the bright sun, he'd been dogged by a creeping sense of déjà vu, but it wasn't until Kath called to Aidan—Help Father with the cooler!—that he recognized the scene from his own childhood. How strange, how disorienting, to find himself in the man's seat, driving, when in his mind he was still the little boy.

Il troppo mi urta - è così insolito. Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata - come una bacca di fratta montana trapiantata sulla strada. E non avevo fame. Allora capii che la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine dal di fuori. L'entrare, la disperde.

Driving home I see the playground but it's all wrong, the swings are on the opposite side. Oh, Jack, that's a different one, says Grandma. There's playgrounds in every town. Lots of the world seems to be a repeat.

How long have you been here?" "I don't know. You just stole my watch," he said with a shrug.

To be alive is to be dizzy and not to know exactly where to go.

Usually, jet lag is not this big of an issue for me. I'm not sure why I'm so disoriented this time. It could be due to the amount of chocolate and french fries I've eaten in the last two and a half weeks.

he seemed to have been driving for hours . . . going round and round in large or small circles, asking the way and being unable to understand the answers (when answers were vouchsafed), all the time seemingly more off-course than ever.