Quotes About Confusion

When everything's said and done, unfortunately, we find ourselves in the position of children whose parents have gone to the theatre, leaving them alone in the dark house. Yes, we are forced, if we are honest, to make the saddest of all admissions when it comes to the last resort: Alas, we do not understand these things.

They'd jumped into his car and sped off onto the motorway, heading in the wrong direction for ten minutes before they even noticed.

had read so many paper-backs she was having trouble working out what was real life and what was fiction.

He had a feeling this was one of those times when a male should express positive enthusiasm regardless of what he really thought—especially when he didn't really know what was going on.

I'm confused." "Where Meg is concerned, you've been confused since you met her.

Stupid body. Stupider brain for not posting a sign that said DREAM THREAT—PLEASE IGNORE.

He felt as if he'd been chasing a rabbit that suddenly turned into a Grizzly. Something wasn't right about this. So many things weren't right about this.

Mixed feelings and a bruised heart. Maybe that was what a first love was in the end.

Yellow? said Geryon. And he was thinking Yellow! Yellow! Even in dreams he doesn't know me at all! Yellow!

It is not that the Hegartys don't know what they want, it is that they don't know HOW to want. Something about their wanting went catastrophically astray.

I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

As Mark and Tom continued to practice together, they both knew they wanted to pursue the band as something more than just a way to kill a summer's night. And perhaps take their relationship itself to the next level, to finally become more than just friends...The feelings were there, it was just all so confusing...

I'd won the world but like a forsaken explorer, I'd lost my map.

Each night I am nailed into place and forget who I am. Daddy? That's another kind of prison. It's not the prince at all, but my father drunkeningly bends over my bed, circling the abyss like a shark, my father thick upon me like some sleeping jellyfish. What voyage is this, little girl? This coming out of prison? God help - this life after death?

A good mixture of nothing and everything is eating up my head alive.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

She hated this place. Nothing made sense. Nothing worked as it was supposed to. She was supposed to be learning things as she went along, gaining strength for her final battle. All she was doing was losing things, one thing at a time.

The words kept coming and he could not stop them, not while Callie was standing there so indecipherably, and so he was going to keep talking until he used up all the words there were and then no one would be able to talk to anyone else anymore and then all anyone would have left were one another's unintelligible faces, and maybe some weird gesturing, too, and it would be all Oscar's fault.

Oscar did not know what he was supposed to be feeling right now, what all the adults behind him would be expecting him to feel. He did not even know what he was, in fact, feeling. Except, whatever it was, it was a lot. Too much. More than bodies could hold.

They said words they did not mean, and their conversations seemed to follow all kinds of rules—rules that no one has ever explained to Oscar.

Hugging himself, Oscar leaned against the pantry wall. For two days all he had wanted was for Caleb to come back, and now he was back and Oscar had made a mess of things: he had angered half the customers and confused the other half, and the coin boxes did not look as they should, and [rich, noble] people were complaining about him, and he couldn't look at anybody, and [redacted] was dead, and Oscar was odd. 'What if he doesn't keep me?

web of a drunken spider.

Troubles always ensue when assumptions clash, when expectations do not match.

Andy crouched disconsolately before Judge Hardy. "Dad, I don't understand these modern girls. Polly won't let you kiss her at all, but this Cynthia, she'll let you kiss her whenever you want, all the time.