Quotes About Bewilderment

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me ... everything was silent--everything. But up in the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent. I listened so long to this ceaseless faint murmur that it began to bewilder me; it was surely a symphony from the rolling spheres above. Stars that intone a song....

While a man of pure intelligence may achieve thegoal by the most casual of instruction, another may seek knowledge all his life and still remain bewildered.

How do you live in an age of bewilderment, when the old stories have collapsed and no new story has yet emerged to replace them?

If a lost time traveller popped up in a medieval village and asked a passerby, 'What year is this?' the villager would be as bewildered by the question as by the stranger's ridiculous clothing.

Parvana found it all very confusing.

Stephanie, what are you doing here? – Gordon (in the Echo Stone)

Bewilderment is the true comprehension. Not to know where you are going is the true knowledge.

How was someone supposed to understand something like love?

What the elf, Avery? What the everlasting mothing-foxing elf is going on there?

What in the world had I done to attract the attention of the FBI?

What the hell is that?" The drill sergeant almost mumbled to himself. "I've never seen that piece of metal before in my life….

Jesus fuck a rabbit, Ernie, the hell is wrong with you?

To be alive is to be dizzy and not to know exactly where to go.

But in your eyes I capture "what the bleep" From the poem Tour of Duty by Andreas Simic

Someone once asked me what was the weirdest question I was ever asked. And I was stymied.

Things are always confusing and mysterious in war," Pyle wrote. "I squatted there, just a bewildered guy in brown, part of a thin line of other bewildered guys.

Terrible things happen all the time, he thinks, but not today. Terrible things, beautiful things, things of such power, of such bewilderment, lucent and dark as tar. But right now the universe, restless beyond imagining, a universe of rock and flame, whose nature is incandescence—a universe that flickers, its impatient forms blinking like fireflies in the night—astounds and delights him.

I'm not usually sold on epiphanies. I am more interested in the opposite experience: not those rare moments of startling insight or realization, but-what I suspect are more common-those sudden flashes of anxious confusion and bewilderment.

The will to insist upon a definite, unimpeachable reading of an incident - which might well have been read in other, more generous ways - was a mark of a bewildering denial: a denial of the imagination that, liberated to do its proper work, can lead us in alternative directions.

He doesn't know what to make of me, Mat said softly. How very uncommon. I can't think of anyone else who has reacted that way to you, Mat.

Oh, kiss a flaming goat if I know what I mean.

We're a couple of ciphers who got pushed around. We don't know what happened; just that we don't like it.

What the hell am I doing here? I have walked right into the middle of a category-five shitstorm.

The applicant was taken aback by that question.