Quotes About Disorientation

el mundo occidental vive como si Dios no existiera», dice. «Creo que es verdad. La fragmentación, el miedo, la desorientación y el ir dando tumbos caracterizan a buena parte de nuestra sociedad».

This is what anxiety does to the human being: it disorients him, wiping out temporarily his clear knowledge of what and who he is, and blurring his view of reality around him.

I'm doddering around like an old bumblebee, I'm all tangled up in the air, Ah sees it, I ain't tellin' things in the right order, what about it! You'll excuse me somewhat, kidding about my memories, digressing from rhyme to reason, jabbering away about my friends instead of showing you around!...Let's go! and let's keep going!...Let me show you around nicely...straying neither right nor left!...

the last few months had passed in a kind of delirium

This realization can lead to the demand to live life to the full now, but it can also be a traumatic shock to a believer, who may start to doubt in a way which is wholly disorienting. The latter response is part of what Nietzsche terms 'nihilism', which is the result of holding metaphysical beliefs that turn out to be illusory. Avoiding nihilism means never even entertaining such comforting fictions in the first place, so that there is nothing to lose.

How does Less get the world so wrong? Over and over again. Where is the exit for moments like this?

Like a word on a page that you've printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you've lost something, even if you're not sure what it is.

Okay," I said hoarsely as the blood left my head and headed south for the winter.

had been like wandering into the wrong carnival sideshow, the kind that left one feeling sick and slightly soiled.

Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.

My compliance without participation began to disorientate him. I thought, as always in those circumstances, that I should pretend a yearning and uncontrolled passion or push him away. But I didn't dare to either one or the other: I was afraid I would throw up, because the result would be earthquake-like waves. I had only to wait.

She looked around and wouldn't understand how she'd reached this point, by what sum of errors, as if after a long, difficult journey she found herself in the wrong station, her suitcases on the ground, the train she'd been on disappearing in the distance and no other in sight, and nobody in the station, not even an open clerk's window where she could consult timetables or buy another ticket.

Tracy stood up and found that the room was swaying around him in a manner that would have been more disconcerting if it had been less familiar.

I'm trying to go over my lines. I woke up on the floor, somebody had me in their arms. I didn't quite know who, people looked so unfamiliar. That's about all I remember.

I woke up and all I could see was Iraqis standing all around me, looking down upon me. I knew at that moment something terrible had happened and I wasn't in the right place.

Once I went to bed in Orlando and I woke up in Atlanta. I have no idea how that happened.

He was dimly cognizant of his worsening situation, knowing that there had to be another road somewhere beyond his sexaholic jungle, and he blundered blindly through the tangled perplexities of his befuddled existence, seeking that new thoroughfare without sense of direction or the slightest idea of what it would look like if ever he managed to locate the damned thing.

She sees where she is, she's here, by herself, she's stranded in the future. She doesn't know how to get back.

It happens to us all. We drink too much, take one too many hits of acid, proposition the wrong prostitute and end up by the side of some freeway, disheveled and disoriented.

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 is a sickness which comes from too much change in too short a time. It's the feeling that nothing is permanent anymore.

It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.

She began to have a slight feeling of panic. What am I doing here? she thought.

Where are you anyway? (Acheron) I don't know. I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a Mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic. (Valerius) Why are you at Tabitha's? (Acheron)