Clarissa Pinkola Estes Quotes

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

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.

Humans have a habit of running faster when they have lost their way.

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

To be honest everything goes over my head a bit.

Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.

I just don't see the light. Where is the light? What am I in this for?

We went through ten years of the Limp Bizkit thing, and I didn't know what to do.

I knew there was something I had to do yesterday. I couldn't remember what it is. I can't figure it out. I know it's a holiday. I know I don't have a meeting. It's very confusing.

I remember distinctly running through my neighborhood, thinking I knew how to get to 'Sesame Street,' and then finally finding myself among some scrub trees and realizing I don't know where to go from here. I had to just mope back home.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

Here's a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way; you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth.

'The Names' is a story about a woman who might feel that she's in a kind of maze. She's unable to find her way forward or out because she can't see the whole picture.

In Japan, you have no idea what they are saying, and they can't help you either. Nothing makes any sense. They're very polite, but you feel like a joke is being played on you the entire time you're there.

I could not have told where those damned islands were within 2,000 miles.

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

I feel like a Space Jam' creature.

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

What's clarity like? Try to remember that funny feeling inside your head when you had math problems too difficult to solve: the faint buzzing noise in your ears, a heaviness on both sides of your skull, and the sensation that your brain is twitching inside your cranium like a fish on the beach. This is the opposite sensation of clarity. Yet for many people of my era, as they aged, this sensation became the dominant sensation of their lives. It was as though day-to-day twentieth century living had become an unsolvable algebraic equation.

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

I get stoned, I can't get home, I'm calling long distance on a public saxophone. My head is achin', my back is breakin', feel I got run over by Captain Coconut and his dog named Rover.

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

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

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

Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away.