Quotes About Bewilderment

and she is staring, as if the surface of her face is liquid— incredulous panic

Whaaaaaat is going on?" May whispered out of the corner of her mouth."I'm sort of comforted by the fact that I can't figure it out, " Jack responded.

She felt pained, desolate, guilty, bewildered—she did not know quite what word to put to her feelings except that they were hard to bear and harder to hide.

way." The giant scratched his head and looked doubtful.

What the hell is wrong with you? he asked. It was a good question.

The more you find, the wronger it gets.

The linguist Noam Chomsky once suggested that our igno- rance can be divided into problems and mysteries. When we face a problem, we may not know its solution, but we have insight, increasing knowledge, and an inkling of what we are looking for. When we face a mystery, however, we can only stare in wonder and bewilderment, not knowing what an explanation would even look like.

Love is the ark appointed for the righteous, Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape. Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition.

What do we see when we don't know what we're looking at?

Chaos is where we are when we don't know where we are, and what we are doing when we don't know what we are doing.

Unfortunately, in the longer term, this willful blindness leaves life murky and foggy; leaves it void, unseen, without form, confused—and leaves you bewildered and astonished.

The ways of heaven are dark and intricate; Puzzled in mazes, and perplext with errors.

What in the world

I don't know exactly what happened next, or how it all went down.

This story doesn't make any damn sense

How strange! Am I already dead?"

Do I know everything about him already? she thought, bewildered. And back came the answer: Everything. You are branded with this knowledge, you will have it for the rest of time.

Boq sat down, and shook his head, as if bewildered by the apparition of Elphaba.

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

Sometimes, in a daze, they completely dismantled the cadaver, then found themselves hard put to it to fit the pieces together again.

At that time you were to me I know not what incomprehensible force that took captive my life.

Maya tried to throw this new information into the mix. When she added it all up—Claire, Joe, the nanny cam, the phone, the strip club, the rest—Maya considered all the possibilities and came up with bubkes. Nothing made sense.

He had been bewildered by it once, her caring for a dull-witted fellow like him; then assured at last of her affection he had relaxed against it gratefully, unsuspecting it might ever be less constant than his own.

I stood dumfounded, founded in dumbness.