John Steinbeck Quotes

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.

Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we?

Modern man has both feet firmly planted in mid-air

And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?

She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

Confusion is what we're living with - not being able to make sense of what's happening to us from day to day. Whereas making sense is what we're aiming for - making sense.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way.

We all question our sanity. Everyone has had an experience of loss of control of something.

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

We live in an age disturbed, confused, bewildered, afraid of its own forces, in search not merely of its road but even of its direction

I am Alice in Wonderland', Josie thought. 'Watch me fall.

The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing.

Horror films do not prepare us for the hours lost in searching after one clear thought.

I try to create a place of disorientation.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

Existence itself is disconcerting and disorienting.

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

I am always thinking 'What am I doing here? Is this the way I am supposed to feel?'

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn't we rather have a destiny to submit to, than, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?