Quotes About Bewilderment

The nation was cracking under the weight of bloated modernity and all the patches pasted onto its excessive and malfunctioning hypercomplexity, and people were bewildered by the strange glitches, failures and shortages. Going forward, nothing would really work anymore as it was designed to, yet the hope and expectation that it would all magically recover dominated the chatter in the rare moments when people could step back from their frantic lives and share a meal or a drink.

I sat on the concrete stump, collecting snow atop my dome, benumbed and befucked by my colossal overpowering lack of knowledge.

I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing

Gordon Way's astonishment at being suddenly shot dead was nothing compared to his astonishment at what happened next.

The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.

One of Zaphod's heads looked away. The other turned round to see what the first was looking at, but it wasn't looking at anything very much.

She stared at them with the worried frown of a drunk trying to work out why the door is dancing.

He goggled at her as if she'd said something very strange about beetroots.

In the great debate that has raged for centuries about what, if anything, happens to you after death, be it heaven, hell, purgatory or extinction, one thing has never been in doubt—that you would at least know the answer when you were dead. Gordon Way was dead, but he simply hadn't the slightest idea what he was meant to do about it.

I see, said Arthur Dent. He didn't.

OK, so the guy is cool, but... I mean own up, this is barking time, this is major lunch, this is stool approaching critical mass, this is... this is... total vocabulary failure!

Oh freddled gruntbuggly... he began. Spasms wracked Ford's body - this was worse than even he'd been prepared for.

He could now see inside the sneaker. It was filled with something, a pulpy red-pink with a shard of pure white projecting up from the middle. Ward froze, his mind not quite able to process what he was staring at.

Melchett said gloomily, 'Well, we know where we are -- or rather, where we aren't!' 'Where we aren't expresses it rather better, sir.

It was like a nightmare. He had gone in a brisk, cheerful man. He came out like a drunken one—reeling a little on his feet, and with a queer dazed expression on his face.

Carl Reiter shook his head. He said helplessly: "I guess I don't know anything at all, sir.

To wander through a day care center in Newcastle while clutching a map of the Berlin subway is genuinely disorienting.

It's a phenomenon that we don't really understand.

A veces me he sentido como un puzzle en manos de un imbécil

I have the life of seven cats.

My God, he looks like he's beating a chicken.

It would have compromised his basic approach to life which was to have it as confusing, labyrinth-laden and fucked up as possible.

He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.

We had for so long accepted her obedience to our will that when it ceased to be given naturally, it came as a considerable chock; yet there was no option but to accept the change, strange and bewildering as it was, for obedience cannot be extorted.