Quotes About Bewilderment

It was us, I thought. Jamie and me. We had fallen down a rabbit hole, fallen into Susan's house, and nothing made sense, not at all, not anymore.

Braden arched his brow as Maggie walked away. She was truly something else. What she was, he couldn't say in polite company, but never before had he met a woman quite like her.

Do you like this? I click on the attachment. It's a slightly blurry picture, but of what, I'm not sure. A…a tree, maybe, though it doesn't look so healthy. It looks diseased, moist and soft. There's a knothole that looks damp and sick. Whatever it is, I can't imagine why someone would be sending it to Adam. He doesn't know anything about trees.

The bewilderment is the worst part. That's what they don't tell you in divorce articles. They talk about anger and loneliness and growing apart and starting over and being kind to yourself, but they don't tell you about the untold hours in the black hole of why. Why? What changed? When? Why was I the one you chose to marry, but all of a sudden, I'm not enough anymore?

think of how many millions of details our eyes see every moment that do not stay in our memory-but one which contains worlds. Boundless worlds. They are those worlds that the young Marcel rediscovers, bewildered, every morning, in the first pages of Remembrances of Things Past, in the vertigo of the moment when consciousness emerges like a bubble from unfathomable depths.

She had probably been too intense, always trying to shake sense into whomever, then bewildered when, instead of revising their beliefs or being galvanized into action, they simply chose to be friends with someone else.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

How dreadful...to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.

I couldn't have. I don't know what happened.' 'Tell me what you do know.

brains of a bag of wet mice

I have lived through an eventful year, yet understand no more of it than a babe in arms. Of all the people of this town I am the one least fitted to write a memorial. Better the blacksmith with his cries of rage and woe.

por qué precisamente su hijo, mientras los otros noventa y nueve siguen incólumes, jugando y disfrutando? Le parece monstruoso que la oscuridad haya engullido a David, que no haya indignación, ni clamor, que nadie se arranque los cabellos ni rechine los dientes, que el mundo siga girando sobre su eje como si nada hubiera ocurrido.

He was the one doing the Dr. Phil bullshit— Okaaaaaaaaaay

Christ on a crutch

What the hell are you doing, Evelyn?

This is a thing which astonishes me no end, but affects you not.

My father Rodger is your typical 'funny without knowing it' kinda guy. When he says something that creates shock or joy in a room, I love watching his confused face as he tries to work out what it is he did.

Ultimately, it's a pretty confusing moment.

Unbelievable, yet, what else could it be?

I mean, the type of art that I enjoy is art that - I enjoy a very broad spectrum, but I especially like art that leaves me a little confused and uncertain as to what just happened.

Kakimi chertyami oni viigrali holodnuyu voinu?"This translates roughly to: "How the hell did these people win the Cold War?

It is a bewildering thing in human life that the things that cause the greatest fear is the source of the greatest wisdom.

I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment