Arundhati Roy Quotes

We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.

There have been times that I have found myself in places, and I don't know how I got there, and I don't actually know where I am.

I lost my way for a long time.

I think it should be evident by now, but I'm as lost as anyone.

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping

I do not know if there is a more dreadful word in the English language than that word "lost."

I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.

It is no longer clear which way is up even if one wants to rise.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don’t even have a tunnel. These generals don’t even know where the tunnel is.

We're lost, but we're making good time.

We are anxious because we do not know what roles to pursue, what principles for action to believe in. Our individual anxiety, somewhat like that of the nation, is a basic confusion and bewilderment about where we are going.

Most of the time, I'm a little bewildered or sort of feel out of place.

I get lost a lot.

I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.

For quite some time, I lost my way, not only business-wise but personally.

I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray. And that is how I got to where I find myself today.

Someone ... tell us what's important, because we no longer know.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, I felt like I'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that I knew where she was, I kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, I was more unsure than ever, stuck between this new life and the one I'd left behind.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

Only I am clumsy, like drifting on the waves of the sea, without direction.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

Today the earth is populated with billions of people desperately hoping to “get somewhere,” but having no idea of where they’re going.