Quotes About Disorientation

What the hell am I doing in Nashville? What – you want me to shoot Minnie Pearl? (Steele)

In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.

Wouldn't there be a long time when nobody'd know what was happening? Centuries out of kilter, askew, but no one understanding the problem. Just this queasiness, this uneasiness. This tilt and slow falling. You are in a city. You look up and can't see the stars and that doesn't bother you as much as it should. You don't know what's wrong but maybe more's wrong than you want to know.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

It seemed as if I could stand up comfortably in the corridor or service tube or whatever it was, so I did, trying to make sense of how it twisted around at seeming random.

Kit woke in absolute blackness, with a ringing head, and tried to remember how he had gotten there and why he was lying on a dank, lumpy surface with the taste of earth on his lips.

Behind him, a woman's voice rises, fluid and mellifluous on words he does not understand, until Will pushed himself upright with both hands flat on the dew and got his feet under him in a crouch.

he is so confused, he doesn't know his head from his feet.

So often what prevents us from living an admirable life is the catering of our minds, which pester us with long outdated doubts and despair. Our minds are truly one of the greatest creations in God's world, but they are so easily disoriented and set spinning.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

I'm actually something of an aficionado in the waking up in strange places department. I've woken up in hay lofts, under a buttern churn, on roofs, in a choir loft (twice), under tables, on tables, in trees, in ditches, and half-pinned under a sleeping ox. One time in Bombay, I woke up to find myself lashed to a yak.

I get up, go out, and everything is changed. The blood drains from my head, the noise of things bursting, merging, avoiding one another, assails me on all sides, my eyes search in vain for two things alike, each pinpoint of skin screams a different message, I drown in the spray of phenomena.

I've come to the realisation that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing half the time...

My first months in Sofia were a time of intense disorientation: I had never been to that part of the world before; I could barely speak the language; everything seemed strange to me.

You're not bad ... you're just lost. I know exactly where I am. That doesn't mean you're not lost.

The overwhelming experience of tragedy is a disorientation expressed in one bewildered and frequently repeated question: What shall I do?

Sorry I'm late, I'm afraid I got lost on the path of life-Kakashi Sensei

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

The Barf Beamers A non-lethal weapon with the potential to do untold damage is the previously mentioned "LED Incapacitator" (LEDI). Designed like a flashlight, this light saber (also dubbed a barf beamer and a puke saber) is intended to totally incapacitate the people at whom it is aimed by emitting multiple light frequencies and colors that confuse the brain, resulting in symptoms ranging from discomfort and disorientation to temporary blindness and nausea. It has been suggested

When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.

i was so confused that i did a flying roundhouse kick at the wall. my leg went through the wall

eso era lo que a mí me caía gordo de la vida carnal, no sé si te pasó, que a veces se acomodaba de tal manera que no entendías ni madres, a poco no

Provammo un senso di disorientamento, la stessa mancanza di sincronia tra suono e luce quando c'è un tuono.

I'm bleeding at the knees and choking from smoke and have no idea who these people are or where I'm going, but at least I'm off the hook in terms of the hand jobs.