Quotes About Confusion

Mary looked at the picture for some time without saying anything. Indeed, she didn't know what to say; she was taken aback, she was at a loss. She had expected a cubist masterpiece, and here was a picture of a man and a horse, not only recognisable as such, but even aggressively in drawing.

I don't understand anything,' she said with decision, determined to preserve her incomprehension intact.

an agony of humiliated indecision

Perché non mi manchi, se sei mio padre? Perché non so chi sei, papà?

Rechtzeitig hatte der Junge damals schon vermutet, dass das Leben ein entsetzlicher Tumult war und man grundsätzlich gut daran tat, ihm im Zustand absoluter und radikaler Ahnungslosigkeit entgegenzutreten.

El desconcertante descubrimiento de lo silencioso que es el destino cuando de repente estalla.

The next day I discovered that my stupid ex-girlfriend Lara had the same wounds, and so did my sickly and repressed deskmate Jana. They were the same chameleon! It was then I lost my last certainties. And it is there that I finally found myself. But I didn't recognize me.

I don't like dealing with money transactions in poor countries. I get confused between feeling that I shouldn't haggle with poverty and hating getting ripped off.

So: I knew dream life. In fact, in a way, I was actually comfortable with it. Dream life, I realized, was only confusing when you were awake. It was from the perspective of waking life that dream life seemed fractured and lacking consequence, lacking any certainty that one thing led to another. But from within dream life, the world was generally coherent. Not exactly an unconfusing world---just no more confusing than any other.

If you're fucked up in the head there's no explanation. You might think about it one way one minute then two hours later you'll think about it totally different. It's too confusing to even try and put your head around it. Now, can we leave it alone?

The signals confused Mma Ramotswe; she knew the Indian habit of moving the head from side to side meant the opposite of what it meant elsewhere and signified approval rather than disagreement, but she was not sure what a combination of movements meant. Perhaps there was something wrong with Mr. Sengupta; perhaps his head was loose.

But that's not the name of a man, it's the name of a mountain! (...) It is my name, Athos said calmly. But you said your name was d'Artagnan. I? Yes, you. That is to say, someone said to me: 'You are M. d'Artagnan?' I replied: 'You think so?' My guards shouted that they were sure of it. I did not want to vex them. Besides, I might have been mistaken.

The same thing is happening to me as happens to people in dreams when they see and feel a wound but can't remember having received it.

Dantes remained confused and silent by this explanation of the thoughts which had unconsciously been working in his mind, or rather soul; for there are two distinct sorts of ideas, those that proceed from the head and those from the heart.

Ours is a world where people don't know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it.

I just have a feeling," Dortmunder said. "This is turning into one of those dreams where you keep running down the same corridor and you never get anywhere.

Wear pink. It confuses the enemy.

Interregnum of old life and new. Angry with you for this dislocation. I loved you in my other life.

Shaney is a prince?" Sara squeaked the question. "Why does no one tell me these things? This is my kingdom, but I don't know what's going on.

An empathetic Indigo can feel this heaviness as if the tragedy were personal. This is where confusion can occur for the Indigo who can't tell the difference between their own feelings and those of someone else. It can feel the same, because heavy feelings are heavy feelings regardless of their origin. It

She didn't say yes or no; she said nothing in a rush of words. After she had rung off, it began. Slowly at first. Like fog wisping into his mind. Only a small doubt. He could, at first, brush it away. But it moved in thicker; tightening around the coils of his brain, blotting out reason.

You shouldn't ask me whether I like him or not. The way you mean it, I don't suppose I like anybody.

once, didn't ye? He weren't so sure about

It;s all gone. My life is all gone and I can't work out why. I keep looking back over my life...and I can't work out where it all went so wrong. What I did to make this happen.