We perceive the world through the rear window of life, observe all the puzzles and little pieces of our existence and assemble them in a comprehensive pattern. This allows us to reassess and evaluate our world view. ( Waiting for the pieces to fall into place )

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How come we haven't been able to change the puzzle instead?

I could see why Archimedes got all excited. There was nothing finer than the feeling that came rushing through you when it clicked and you suddenly understood something that had puzzled you. It made you think it just might be possible to get a handle on this old world after all.

I like a puzzle, as you know. So does every scholar worth his salt. It's the reward of the business, to look history in the eye and say, 'I know who you are. You can't fool me'.

Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.

In the end, he had to admit, he didn't really understand her. He didn't understand women. He didn't understand men. He didn't even understand children very well. All he really understood, he thought, was himself and the rest of the universe. Neither anything like completely, of course, but both well enough to know that what remained to be discovered would make sense; it would fit in, it could all be gradually and patiently fitted together a bit at a time, like an infinite jigsaw puzzle, with no straight edges to look for and no end in sight, but one in which there was always going to be somewhere for absolutely any piece to fit.

The world's a puzzle; no need to make sense out of it. - Socrates

The world is the puzzle, itself; but it is always in principle.

People lose their powers (siddhi) by nagging; therefore know —as it is'. Know all these relations as being worldly (laukik, of the non-Self), and do not believe them to be beyond-worldly relations (alaukik, of the Self). Discover that something whereby you experience peace amidst the puzzle. This discovery is indeed within you.

When the servants break the cups and saucers, a —puzzle' arises within. Who really breaks the cups and saucers? Who runs this world? One does not know that and inbetween, the —guest' (of this world) does worries.

The world is the puzzle, itself. The one who solves this —puzzle' attains the degree of Parmatma [the Absolute Supreme Self].

The worldly life means a puzzle of —wrong beliefs'.

Puzzles' are bound to arise for everyone, but how does the puzzle get solved, that much science if people get to know, it is more than enough.

Life is holy puzzle.

If you read proverbs, you will find answers to every puzzle.