Quotes About Confusion

and knowing now who I was and where I was and knowing too that I had no longer to run for or from the Jack's and the Emerson's and the Bledsoe's and the Norton's...but only from their confusion and impatience and refusal to recognize the beautiful absurdity of their American identity...and mine...

Why, godamit, why did they insist upon confusing the class struggle with the ass struggle, debasing both us and them—all human motives?

Deep at the dark bottom of the melting pot, where the private is public and the public private, where black is white and white black, where the immoral becomes moral and the moral is anything that makes one feel good (or that one has the power to sustain), the white man's relish is apt to be the black man's gall.

Starting at life's cryptogram, we either see His name unmistakably resplendent or we see the confusion of religions with no single message, just garbled beliefs that plague our existence, each justified by the voice of culture.

Staring at life's cryptogram, we either see His [Jesus'] name unmistakably resplendont or we see the confusion of religions with no single message, just garbled beliefs that plague our existence, each justified by the voice of culture. That may be the tragedy of the beguiling sentiment we call tolerance, which has become a euphemism for contradiction.

Staring at life's cryptogram, we either see His name unmistakably resplendent or we see the confusion of religions with no single message, just garbled beliefs that plague our existence, each justified by the voice of culture. That may be the tragedy of the beguiling sentiment we call tolerance, which has become a euphemism for contradiction.

Es más fácil esconderse detrás de argumentos filosóficos, llenos de notas a pie de página para impresionar, que admitir nuestras heridas, nuestras confusiones, nuestros amores y nuestras pasiones en el mercado de las transacciones de la vida.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.

I don't know anything anymore

Don't listen, whispered Faber. He's trying to confuse. He's slippery. Watch out.

Where's your common sense? None of those books agree with each other. You've been locked up here for years with a regular damned Tower of Babel. Snap out of it! The people in those books never lived. Come on now!

I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.

I don't know anything any more, he said, and let a sleep lozenge dissolve on his tongue

What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

Meet him in the air?" Tom snorted, "good grief, talk about horrible directions to nowhere.

And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else's house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser.

Why are you crying? he asked. I don't know, I don't know, but I can't help it. I'm sad and I don't know why, I cry and I don't know why, but I'm crying.

Charlie scratched inside his left ear. Everybody. The first war in history where everybody won. I can't figure it. So long. He went on up the sidewalk, crossed the front yard, opened the door of his house, waved, and was gone. There goes Charlie, said Douglas.

Look at this mess! And where's the mop?

È felice lei? domandò. Sono cosa? gridò Montag

I don't know why we behaved like lunatics.

Toodles looked so thunderstruck that the Assistant Commissioner smiled faintly.

Mankind, asserted the Professor with a self-confident glitter of his iron-rimmed spectacles, does not know what it wants.