Quotes About Confusion

What in the holy hell? I think again.

What fresh hell is this?

A very worrying development at lunchtime. As we were walking down the Charing Cross Road, Emma put her arm through mine. Not even Liz has ever done that and it's fair to say that it was a bit of a shock. Because as far as I'm concerned, walking along arm in arm with a bird means that you're a couple. And although she's nice and all that, I don't think of us in those terms at all.

Arthur: If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it? Ford: We're safe. Arthur: Oh good. Ford: We're in a small galley cabin in one of the spaceships of the Vogon Constructor Fleet. Arthur: Ah, this is obviously some strange use of the word safe that I wasn't previously aware of.

Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the word 'safe' that I wasn't previously aware of.

Technology sometimes encourages people to confuse busyness with effectiveness.

She thought about her life and how lost she'd felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she'd been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

Flailing blindly in the abyss of her own thoughts, almost panicking as she went around and around in circles, unable to force a connection, drowning with no sign of a single buoy to grasp onto.

What is trans? Who is trans? What makes someone trans? Are we sure that it exists as a category? And if so, are we certain that attempting to turn somebody physically from one sex to another is always possible? Or even the best way to deal with the conundrum this presents? Among all the subjects in this book and all the complex issues of our age, none is so radical in the confusion and assumptions it elicits, and so virulent in the demands it makes, as the subject of trans.

What they really mean is that "numbers can be used to confuse people, especially the gullible ones lacking basic skills with numbers." With this, I completely agree,

And what sound does ough make? As somone once noted, "A rough, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed." This should be read by the learned as "A ruff, doe-faced, thawtful plowman strode throo the streets of Scarboruh; after falling into a sloo, he coffed and hiccupped." Quite a language we have here.

My trouble was I had a mind but I couldn't make it up!

Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his mind

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place...

Life is like a confused teacher. First she gives the test and then teaches the lesson.

Do you love me? Or do you not? You told me once, but I forgot. I asked my friends, they said you do. But theyre all high. I hope its true.-

Are we acting like a couple? Im just trying to get it straight. Cause Im over here convinced that its too early for mistakes.

Its like I know what I gotta say, I just dont know how to say it to you.

When all the options are wrong," he muttered to himself in the darkness, "what does it matter which one I choose?

News comes from nowhere.

When every answer and its opposite appears equally obvious, then, as Lazarsfeld put it, "something is wrong with the entire argument of 'obviousness.' "5

If the answer isn't clear to you, you're not alone—even mathematicians argue about what it means to assign a probability to a single event.

Everyone confusedly conceives of a good in which the mind may be at rest, and desires it; wherefore everyone strives to attain it.

Life is so very simple when you have no facts to confuse you.