Quotes About Bewilderment

Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.

happened?" "Yeah.

C]ivilians are equally bewildering to the addict. I've watched people drink a glass and a half of wine and push away the rest. What exactly is the point of that?

Degrur, that doesn't make any sense at all." "I just woke up

You in such a case have nothing. You stand on nothing. Nothing of ground or rock beneath your feet. You fall; you blow here and there. How does one say: "tragically, unvoluntarily, lost.

The poor bitch is clueless. All of them are clueless, still.

All my own life, I ain't understood shit about what was goin on. A thing jus happen, then somethin else happen, then somethin else, an so on, an haf the time nothin makin any sense.

Sonuna kadar insan olmayanlar?n sonuna kadar dünya olmayan dünyas?n? bir ân bile unutam?yordum -ve panikle korka korka, acayip iÄŸrene iÄŸrene, onun batakl?k yeÅŸilini sadece gözümde canland?rd???mda bile ürpere ürpere yine de ondan kopmay? beceremiyordum; mini mini bir kuÅŸun y?lan?n görüntüsüyle büyülenmesi gibi büyülenmiÅŸtim.

And there in her bewilderment he recognized his grave mistake. He had surrendered himself to Claire, just as Krista had to him. When you give someone the power to save you, you give them the power to destroy you as well.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

Returning home on the evening of his engagement he had bewildered Mrs. Tims by seizing her as she stood in front of the kitchen-stove, a frying-pan full of sausages in her hand, and waltzing her round the kitchen, frying-pan and all. Subsequently five of the six sausages had been recovered; but the sixth was not retrieved until the next morning when, in dusting, Mrs. Tims discovered it on the mantelpiece.

Call went through much of the next day in a daze.

The vampire looked at her in bewilderment. Then he glanced toward the door and his expression grew sly. "If you free me, I could hold them off.

My point is that things become weird and pointless if you examine them for too long.

Her brain couldn't seem to catch up with the news.

It was the not knowing. The not fucking knowing.

I'm going to take Charity to France. I can look after her there. You can go on with your life here, and I won't be here to … to bother anyone." He muttered two quiet words. "What?" she asked in bewilderment, inching forward to hear him. "I said, try it .

What, in all very seriousness, the hell was going on?

After a moment, in which he stood with his mouth open, and scratched himself, and looked like he was modeling for a statue of the Greek god of Stupidity

When innocent people find themselves in situations that require the presence and protection of people like me, their reaction more often than not is as much bewilderment as fear. Mortality is tough to process. But

Charlotte was lost for words. What did one say to a man in a fake marsupial head, wearing a grass loin-pouch and trying to debate ethnobotany in the middle of a lost world that was supposed to be inaccessible by foot?

Oh my God, what is going on? Did you just curtsy at someone?

What the hell? For what?' "That