Quotes About Confusion

From night problems we learned one lasting lesson: when a map and a compass come into contact with a second lieutenant, prepare yourself for confusion. Throughout

Everything, as Mr. Yul Brynner used to tell us six nights a week and Saturday matinees, is a puzzlement.

and he was too dense—and, in recent months, too drunk—to follow Mother into what T.S. Eliot had called, in his poem "Gerontion," "the wilderness of mirrors.

And then the earth, the world, the planet, the galaxy, and the entire solar system went crazy.

I remember sitting at the witness table listening to this litany of woe and thinking, What the hell am I doing here? I have walked right into the middle of a category-five shitstorm.

What do you teach?" "Art history." From Taylor's expression, this made little sense.

For hours and days he sought out ways to make unintelligible the obvious, and to find for things easily understood an inexplicable basis. --Thoughts on Cezanne

A veces ando errante en la niebla y en mil vacilaciones y confusiones, y a menudo me siento abandonado [...] En el fondo, lo único que da orgullo y alegría al espíritu son los esfuerzos superados con bravura y los sufrimientos soportados con paciencia

God, youth is a terrible time! So much feeling and so little notion of how to handle it!

Commanders and historians are the people who discuss wars; I was in the infantry, and most of the time I did not know where I was or what I was doing except that I was obeying orders and trying not to be killed in any of the variety of horrible ways open to me.

When I hear girls I know longing to be what they call liberated, and when I hear others rejoicing in what they think of as liberation, I feel a fool, because I simply do not know where I stand. (Maria Magdalena Theotoky)

But even Wagner, with his magnificent music and his rather less worthy pseudo-medieval words, is never wholly successful. Why? Because a work of art must be in some measure coherent; but thought and feeling mingled, as all of us experience them, are surging and incoherent. Thought and feeling trimmed into coherence in a work of art are still far from reality, still far from the agonizing confusion that rises like miasma in what a great poet has called the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Verán a una persona que tiene una vida. Con esperanzas y temores al mismo tiempo. Una persona fantástica y con defectos. Tan segura como confusa. Que trabaja en sí misma para convertirse en una versión más cercana a su visión más perfecta. Y eso es glorioso».

Elaine felt the rising giddiness that preceded unconsciousness. She didn't even know what gender to call her rapist/murderer.

No sé qué es lo que le ha pasado a mi vida, las cosas se han vuelto muy difíciles.

Ä°stediÄŸi zaman gözyaÅŸlar?n? içine ak?t?p gülümseyebilme yeteneÄŸine sahip olmuÅŸtu.Bu yüzden de gözyaÅŸlar?n?n gerçek olup olmad???n? o da anlam?yordu. Oscar'l? bir oyuncu gibiydi.

According to Lacey I had the lyrics all wrong. I sang like it sounded to me, because those words sounded right: I loved you I'm not going back I killed you I'm not going back.

Like when everything flipped upside down and the scream of metal on metal exploded the silence and the world churned around me, ground over sky over ground over sky, and then, with a thunderous crack and a crunching of glass and steel, a twisted roof crushing me into a gutted floor, ground, I wasn't surprised.

Shut up! I say, holding my hands to my ears. Shut up! But the stupid gummy won't shut up; he's trying to tell me something important even though I'm covering my ears and I don't want to hear it and I don't want to think about who I am or what's wrong with me or why I'm out here at the edge of the Urb, at the edge of the known world, listening to some old mope who's so crazy, he think about the future when everyone knows that the future doesn't exist.

What a doctor I've got—he's really mixed up. Last week, he grabbed my knee and told me to cough. Then he hit me in the balls with a hammer.

Pique or policy. We would never know.

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.

I was tired of looking for sense where there wasn't any.

At the best of times, democracy is a seesaw between complete chaos and tolerable confusion. You see, to make a democratic omelette you have to break a few democratic eggs. To fight fascism and other evil forces threatening our country, there is nothing wrong in taking strong measures.