Quotes About Confusion

It is a pity that the words "spiritual life" were ever invented, for they have caused so much confusion. For, in truth, there is only life-everyday life-which is simply what is at every moment.

Conclusion means death. Confusion means possibility.

We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world - mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt.

We choose our leaders, political or spiritual, out of our own confusion, and so they also are confused.

It took me forty years on earth To reach this sure conclusion: There is no Heaven but clarity, No Hell except confusion.

When an answer finally comes to me, I know I've completely lost all my wits - or as my mama used to tell my father, I have a few screws loose.

As one becomes increasingly unsteady (restless), one increases entanglements.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

Changing from a player to a coach, I felt like a mosquito in a nudist colony. I didn't know where to begin.

What is speed? The sports press often confuses speed with insight. See, if I start running slightly earlier than someone else, I seem faster.

What do you mean you have my children at the police station? Why are my kids at the police station?

I don't know. I never smoked AstroTurf.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

One could continue quoting Irigaray, but the reader is probably lost (so are we).

The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.

Since the mathematicians have invaded the theory of relativity I do not understand it myself any more.

A perfection of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem.

The perfection of means and the confusion of ends seems to be our problem.

Nonsense, seems to sum up everything.

The mystical trend of our time, which shows itself particularly in the rampant growth of the so-called Theosophy and Spiritualism, is for me no more than a symptom of weakness and confusion. Since our inner experiences consist of reproductions, and combinations of sensory impressions, the concept of a soul without a body seem to me to be empty and devoid of meaning. - Albert Einstein, letter of February 5, 1921

In the world of ideas everything was clear in life all was obscure, embroiled.

Whatever is he saying? said a voice, very near, distinct and shrill through the warblings of the Super-Wurlitzer. The Savage violently started and, uncovering his face, looked round. Five khaki twins, each with the stump of a long eclair in his right hand, and their identical faces variously smeared with liquid chocolate, were standing in a row, puggily goggling at him. They met his eyes and simultaneously grinned. One of them pointed with his eclair butt. Is she dead?he asked.

Let there be a voice to assure them, by day and even while they are asleep, that in spite of all the terror, all the bewilderment and confusion, the ultimate Reality remains unshakably itself and is of the same substance as the inner light of even the most cruelly tormented mind.

Confronted by a chair which looked like the Last Judgment—or, to be more accurate, by a Last Judgment which, after a long time and with considerable difficulty, I recognized as a chair—I found myself all at once on the brink of panic.