Quotes About Bewilderment

Jack turned, and it was just as well he was looking at me rather than at the audience for never, I swear, did such utter amazement fill a man's face. He gobbled like a turkey cock, his eyes almost started from his head, his jaw fell open and he stepped back as though he had been pricked.

He turned to her - his gesture a superb compound of relief, remorse, passionate candour and bewilderment touched with curiosity; confidence and perfect penitence. Against which Scylla had to brace herself. Against such bravura how dull truth seemed, and difficult to access. Never had the bottom of a well seemed less attractive. She must hear him first. She could go down later.

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

I have no fingers, but can pick you apart, I'm not a healer, but can mend a heart, I amuse and hush, decieve and astound, And there's no sword forged that can cut me down. With rosy enticement and pouty appeal, I can twist and shape and pour forth zeal, I am made of snare, touch and gold. And you, kind sir, add a touch of bold. - (A riddle by Kazi)

They who were so important, who wanted to create the world, are dumbfounded; everything crumbles.

Remain aghast at life

Some things just can't be explained, ever, and your brain could burst if you think about them too hard.

Bewilderment is often the child of the ignorance! If you are bewildered to some things, it means that you are not yet a wise man!

What in the Wide, Wide World of Sports is a-goin' on here?

Nothing you did made sense and nothing you'll ever do.

Ik heb wel de lotan.' Machiavelli en Billy keken hem wezenloos aan. 'Dé lotan,' zei Nereus. De twee onsterfelijken schudden hun hoofd. 'Ik heb geen idee wat dat is,' bekende Machiavelli.

Yaz and Meyer didn't know whether to shit once, twice, go blind, or die – though the latter

Il m'a regardé comme si je sortais d'une boîte de Cracker Jacks.

I don't know that ever I saw one in my born days.

I must confess I get lost with all these shades of grey.

My friend, we are not dressed for going into town," I insisted, heading him off in another direction. "Why?" asked Insel in bewildered politeness. "You look as lovely as you always do.

You are immersed in an abundance of endless emptiness, where you become more and more confused and this leads you to madness.

Decidedly, the more I think about these things, the more at sea I feel.

What the fuck do I mean? I mean . . . (Beat.) Well, I, shit, I dunno! But you see what I'm getting at, don't you?

I become facetious when perplexed. Right now I am perplex'd in the extreme.

something. "Mum," perhaps. Everyone is looking at her. Sixty people have turned to stare. Perhaps they'd

You're confusing me." "It's a confusing world.

You would look good in the old-fashioned clerical garb, the long black coat and dog collar. Those pale, pale eyes, the way you nod intently and sit so still…" she laughed then, a little brittle vocal shimmer that tried to hide the loss and bewilderment, tried to turn it all into an amusing game. "So here I am, confessing my sins. But what I want isn't forgiveness. Or penance. It's information.

UTTERLY NONSENSICAL things happen in this world. Sometimes there is absolutely no rhyme or reason in them: suddenly the very nose which had been going around with the rank of a state councillor and created such a stir in the city, found itself again, as though nothing were the matter, in its proper place, that is to say, between the two cheeks of Major Kovalyov.