Quotes About Disorientation

We're a couple of ciphers who got pushed around. We don't know what happened; just that we don't like it.

What the hell am I doing here? I have walked right into the middle of a category-five shitstorm.

Key West—a town of people passing through, looking around, waiting, hoping for something special to happen, then not having a clue what was going on when it did.

I've lost track of this speech, and I'm not too sure where it's headed. But I know where it started and that's what you've got to keep in mind. Has anyone seen my hat?

Shopping Malls: Modern cathedrals to spending money. Theyre designed to disorientate us and make us stay longer than we need to. Every brick is there to manipulate us to buy.

Pablo Mora has one of those hangovers where you see yourself in the mirror and think you look familiar.

Der Fuß war beerdigt, ich war groggy und mein Kaffee war kalt.

I can barely hear her because I am trapped in my mind and body, shivering and afraid. I suddenly feel like I have face blindness because no one looks familiar or nice, and my eyes are flying all over the gym, searching for help.

It's such a normal thing to be discussing on a Thursday evening, but I feel so strange, because it's as if the earth is shifting beneath my feet, and the ground isn't steady anymore, but everyone around me is talking about food.

M? tulbur? atât de tare, încât nu îmi voi mai g?si niciodat? locul.

In a state of mental tumult, conflict and disorientation, he wanders the freezing city night, now gazing at the ice thickening on the dark waters of the Neva, now peering at the great horseman on his plinth with a vague terror, as though the horseman were not the effigy of the city's founder but the herald of four yet more mythic horsemen who are, indeed, on their way to confound Petersburg forever, though they won't arrive yet, not quite yet.

I don't understand it," Stanley muttered a little shakily, running his paws over his face just to make sure he still had rat fur and not toad warts. "I was sure that was Florrie's place.

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.

I have a terrible sense of direction.

slept too long. And I don't much like the world I woke up to.

Understanding the OODA loop enables a commander to compress time - that is, the time between observing a situation and taking an action. A commander can use the temporal discrepancy (a form of fast transient) to select the least-expected action rather than what is predicted to be the most effective action. The enemy can also figure out what might be the most effective. To take the least-expected action disorients the enemy. It causes him to pause, wonder, to question.

They usually did not fight what is known as a "war of attrition." Rather, they used deception, speed, fluidity of action, and strength against weakness. They used tactics that disoriented and confused—tactics that, in Boyd's words, caused the enemy "to unravel before the fight.

He was starting to feel like a truffle pig trying to do its job in a room full of incense, dead fish and strong cheese.

It's like a maze. Moment I start thinking I'm getting somewhere, I turn a corner and come up against a dead end. Or find myself back where I started.

Sixteen unseeing stone of disheveled male slammed into her; Robin was knocked off her feet and catapulted backwards, handbag flying, arms windmilling, towards the void beyond the lethal staircase.

Like when everything flipped upside down and the scream of metal on metal exploded the silence and the world churned around me, ground over sky over ground over sky, and then, with a thunderous crack and a crunching of glass and steel, a twisted roof crushing me into a gutted floor, ground, I wasn't surprised.

Most of the truly remarkable experiences I've had in theatre have filled me with uncertainty and disorientation

I'd won the world but like a forsaken explorer, I'd lost my map.

She hated this place. Nothing made sense. Nothing worked as it was supposed to. She was supposed to be learning things as she went along, gaining strength for her final battle. All she was doing was losing things, one thing at a time.