Quotes About Confusion

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

And how do you know that you're mad? To begin with, said the Cat, a dog's not mad. You grant that? I suppose so, said Alice. Well then, the Cat went on, you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying Come up again, dear! I shall only look up and say Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, 'I do wish they WOULD put their heads down! I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

You've lost your muchness.

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, 'Which way? Which way?', holding her hand on top of her head to feel which way it was growing; and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size. To be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

I'm very much afraid I didn't mean anything but nonsense.

Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn't suit the works! he added, looking angrily at the March Hare. It was the best butter, the March Hare meekly replied.

Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?

Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I don't think--' Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.

Give your evidence, said the King; and don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on the spot. This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.

It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seemed to fill my head with ideas - only I don't know exactly what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's clear, at any rate -

The Hatter's remark seemed to her to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. I don't quite understand you, she said, as politely as she could.

Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?—and she tried to curtsey

Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes: A thing, as the Bellman remarked, That frequently happens in tropical climes, When a vessel is, so to speak, snarked.

Really, now you ask me," said Alice, very much confused, "I don't think——" "Then you shouldn't talk," said the Hatter.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. What day of the month is it? he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.   Alice considered a little, and then said The fourth.   Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. 'I don't quite understand you,' she said, as politely as she could.

So young a child, said the gentleman sitting opposite to her, (he was dressed in white paper,) ought to know which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own name!

I'm afraid I can't explain myself. Because I am not myself, you see?

LESS BREAD! MORE TAXES!—and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted (as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!" and some "Taxes!", but no one seemed to know what it was they really wanted.

I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself, to begin with, and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing