William Faulkner Quotes

Oh, God — the lives people try to lead. Oh, God — what a world they try to lead them in.

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

I feel like a Space Jam' creature.

The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

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

So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word.

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.

Do I walk? Have I feet still? I raise my eyes, I let them move round, and turn myself with them, one circle, one circle, and I stand in the midst. All is as usual. Only the Militiaman Stanislaus Katczinsky has died. Then I know nothing more.

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

Modern man has both feet firmly planted in mid-air

In these years we are witnessing the gigantic spectacle of innumerable human lives wandering about lost in their own labyrinths, through not having anything to which to give themselves.

I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

You described the feeling you’d always had of being misplaced, of always standing to one side of yourself, of watching yourself in the world even as you were being in the world, and wondering if this was how everyone felt. That you always believed that other people had a clearer idea of what they were doing, and didn’t worry quite so much about why.

If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?

Charlie Brown: "Life is just too much for me... I've been confused right from the day I was born... I think the whole trouble is that we're thrown into life too fast... We're not really prepared..." Linus: "What did you want... A chance to warm up first?"

Man ... feels lost without the direction-finder provide by progress.

I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?

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.

Sometimes I have no idea whats going on

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

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