He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.
I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.
Bewildered, bewildered, you have no complaint. You are what you are, and you ain't what you ain't.
In such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed and the boldest staggered.
Nothing. I was confused for two years. I didn't understand anything and I'm still confused.
It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.
I am bewildered at the length to which people will go to portray me so negatively.
I do not know if there is a more dreadful word in the English language than that word "lost."
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
In all earnestness I asked myself what kind of world I had stumbled into.
I'm more interested in the psychic intricacies that they build up and try to run away from, and how they self-construct. A lot of my work is about self-construction. Here, it's those folks who are deeply wounded and bewildered. They're not just victims of trauma; they've been shaken so forcefully that they don't quite know how or where to stand.
He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.
The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.
confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.
I want my audience to be constantly captivated, bewitched, so that it leaves the theatre dazed, stunned to be back on the pavement.
The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.
You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.
It was Alec who brought their lips together. Seregil's first reaction was disbelief. But Alec was insistent, clumsy but determined. It lasted an instant, an eternity, that one awkward kiss, and it spoke silent volumes of bewildered honesty. The moment that followed was too fragile for words.
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.
My wretched dragon is perplexed.
