Quotes About Confusion

People always think I'm Amy Poehler, which never bothers me. I mean, Amy Poehler is great.

He might be my boyfriend. He might not be my boyfriend.

I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.

I'm British - ostensibly British - but I don't know where I really belong, you know?

I found out that I'd broken up with someone when I wasn't even aware I was going out with them!

On the morning of September 11, 2001, I rushed home before the kids left for school and gathered them around our dining room table and told them what had happened. Like everyone else, we struggled for words to describe to our kids why such a thing would occur.

But there is just no way to adequately prepare a 10-year old for the sudden loss of a much-loved father. It was a confusing time, with many painful moments.

As you get older it's more confusing. Suddenly, there's more pressure to fit in to your assigned gender.

Suddenly, relationships go topsy-turvy, and guys often don't understand what's going on. I think a lot of men are in that boat.

Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.

With 'Moreau,' it's been particularly confusing because I started out being the writer of the screenplay and then trying to be the director, then being moved from being the director and having to become the dog extra, it makes some kind of sense to suddenly become a character in the story.

He suffered from paralysis by analysis.

Furthermore, America suffers not only from a lack of standards, but also not infrequently from a confusion or an inversion of standards.

I was confused as to what kind of movie to do after 'A Aa'. It's then that someone suggested to me that I shouldn't do a soft movie once again.

Sometimes I lose count of the days and have to think hard whether it is Sunday or another day.

I don't love pronouns like 'they' and 'them' because that's super confusing I think.

Je te vois, rose, livre entrebâillé, qui contient tant de pages de bonheur détaillé qu'on ne lira jamais. Livre-mage, qui s'ouvre au vent et qui peut être lu les yeux fermés ..., dont les papillons sortent confus d'avoir eu les mêmes idées.

Don't be confused by surfaces; in the depths everything becomes law. And those who live the mystery falsely and badly (and they are very many) lose it only for themselves and nevertheless pass it on like a sealed letter, without knowing it.

While they mean to please each other, they touch each other only impatiently and in a dominating manner. And in the effort to escape from the intolerable and unbearable condition of their confusion, they commit the greatest mistake that can be made within a relationship: they become impatient.

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.

Who am I? But it was like trying to identify one particular cell that coursed through the torpid veins of my body. Maybe I was just this blackness and bewilderment and pain, but that seemed less like a suitable answer than something I'd read somewhere.

I am standing puzzled, unable to decide whether the veil is really being lifted, or lowered more firmly in place; whether I am witnessing a revelation or a more efficient blinding.

Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are. That must be it, I thought—to lose your direction is to lose your face.

Running from the birds to what, I didn't know. I ran. Why was I here at all? I ran through the night, ran within myself. Ran.