Quotes About Bewilderment

Everything had gone wrong, nothing made sense, why why why why?

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

We have had quite a time of it, quite a time. I move, when I move, in a daze of bafflement. It's as if I had been standing for all my life in front of a full-length mirror, watching the people passing by, behind and in front of me, and now someone had taken me roughly by the shoulders and spun me about, and behold! There it was, the unreflected world, of people and things, and I nowhere to be seen in it. I might as well have been the one who died.

He looked the boy up and down as if he had never seen a child before and wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with one: eat it, ignore it or kick it down the stairs.

When I'd woken the next morning, I'd done so in a dislocated world of dimmed daylight and diluted colors, a sodden world, feeling like I was a castaway on an alien planet.

I've always liked the effect of having somebody in there who hadn't the faintest idea what was going on.

Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.

But what call has he to be walking around in a charmed suit?

There were some for whom the world was such a tricky thing that they marvelled at it without feeling any need to puzzle it out.

At first the boys were puzzled by illness. They looked at their father from the other side of a wall of pain, bewildered that their father stood writing in his book, when he had only to reach over the division and lift them clear of it.

She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.

This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

I have to admit we are mired in the most exquisite mysterious muck. This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

I have to admit we are locked in the most exquisite mysterious muck. This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

Cubitum eamus? What? Nothing.

He had to be putting me on. No one was this slow outside of HEE HAW.

How the hell should I know? I'm just a grunt.

he woke up dead.

My excellence confused them

He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.

I have heard that this pain can be converted, as it were, by accepting "the fundamental impermanence of all things." This acceptance bewilders me: sometimes it seems an act of will; at others, of surrender.

I do not know the reason for this blue pussy, meant to convey both divine bewilderment and revelation. But I do feel that its color is right. For blue has no mind. It is not wise, nor does it promise any wisdom. It is beautiful, and despite what the poets and philosophers and theologians have said, I think beauty neither obscures truth nor reveals it. Likewise, it leads neither towards justice nor away from it. It is pharmakon. It radiates.

What!" Schiffer blurted, not a question. Lucas had been watching Carver and Dannon again, and again, their eyes were blank; if they'd been lizards, Lucas thought, a nictitating membrane might have dropped slowly across them.

David Birkmann? I can't believe it. It's like saying a duck did it.