Sentences That Don T Make Sense Novels & Stories

And I never will again. “Just think about it,” he says. “One day, you might like it here. One day, it will all make sense.” I clamp my mouth shut so tight, I taste blood. Closing my eyes, I take a slow deep breath to calm myself. Every cell in my body is practically vibrating as if I might self-combust at any moment. None of this makes sense, and there is no explanation in the universe that could ever justify any of this. The man is completely mental.

I do not understand what you are trying to say, you spoke in a way I don't understand, please explain what you meant but, please try to be more descriptive and understandable, from what you have just said, the little I could analysis doesn't seem to sound well, I hope you are not trying to say something that would get me completely aggravated,

That’s madness. And yet… it doesn’t feel that way. Hell if I know what that means.

“Not really. Just feelings.” That got his attention. “Tell me about the feelings.” I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to talk, but because I wasn’t sure how to explain it without sounding ridiculous. “They don’t make sense,” I said slowly. “They don’t connect to anything I remember.” “Feelings don’t always need context,” he replied. “Just go on.” I exhaled and leaned back. “Sometimes, I feel calm for no reason. And other times, I feel… tense. Like my body reacts before my mind can.”

Tears are flowing down my cheeks as I grasp my mug firmly. "You may be correct, and you have every right to be upset, but it doesn't mean you won't comprehend things because you're angry. It does not imply that you will hate everyone just because you are furious. People make blunders and stupid judgments. Stop cramming all of your hatred into a single word. Lies are a mistake, but they are just words. One phrase may wreck all you've worked for and drive them away. The world may understand the error, but it can never comprehend your contempt for everyone. Always remember that"

"Are you planning to kill me by causing an accident while we're inside this car?" Her words jolted me back to reality. My eyes flew to the road, and I quickly straightened the steering wheel. "Uhmmm..." My lips twitched helplessly. "I was just... I was just trying to make everything... I mean, I wanted to... No. What I was trying to say is... I'm not really sure about..." Damn it! The more I tried to explain myself, the more meaningless my words became. Every sentence stumbled over the next because I couldn't figure out how to ask the question without sounding ridiculous.

But firm. “Because right now… nothing makes sense anymore.”

Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

I think I ask them to repeat themselves, not because I didn’t hear them, but because the words don’t arrange themselves into meaning. Jeremy. Accident. Rain. Impact. Those words float around the room like dust motes. None of them touch me yet. My first thought is stupid. So stupid I want to vomit later when I remember it. He’s going to be mad I didn’t answer my phone earlier. That’s genuinely what my brain gives me. I’m still holding my phone when the call ends. My thumb is hovering over the screen like I’m waiting for it to vibrate again and correct itself. Like this is one of those wrong-number moments that get fixed if you just stay still long enough.

" he finally asks, his gaze rising from his phone to lock eyes with mine. "Ah, well, someone needed to say something, right?" I shrug and try to be cool, but inside, I'm freaking out. I just can't seem to think of words, at least not grammatically correct sentences. "I just can't stand injustice. It's like. Feeding wolves grass, you know? "Right," he said, still nodding like I'd just shared with him the secret to the universe. "But did it work? I mean, did they ever listen?"