Quotes About Confusion

She was the most confusing person he had ever met

I make nonsense of the world to help others make sense of it.

No one had told her what "birth" meant.

He wanted to know what I saw in you. I told him... he paused again, and then continued almost shyly, that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you. That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion. Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves.

How did I get into this mess? Miles isn't even here. -Ivan

When I was a wee little kid, remarked Roic, watching over their shoulders, there was a time I thought that any skinny old man I saw was my grandfather. It was pretty confusing.

My Lord, we wish to resign. Her smile, confusingly, crept wider, as if she just said something delightful.

We have advanced to new and surprising levels of bafflement

Kako li tek svijet zbunjuje novoro?en?e, koje za prizore pred svojim o?ima nema imena, a ni pojam o imenima. Ista je pretpostavljala da dijete po?ne od maj?inog lica i njedara i otuda nastavlja dalje - i da nakon cijelog životnog vijeka još ima što nau?iti.

Oh." Jadwiga looked more confused than thrilled at this news, though Ingi, who had brightened at the mention of the van, shot Ekaterin a sudden sharp look, beseeching hope muted by who-knew-what harsh experiences of disappointment and frustration. Ekaterin bit her lip on promises she could not yet guarantee.

He wanted to know what I saw in you. I told him... he paused again, and continued almost shyly, that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you. That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion. Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves.

As Miles followed Ruibal out the door, he heard Illyan's voice, for a change more amiable than stressed: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?

Cordelia shook her head helplessly. "You would. A vote. Right." She buried her face in her hands a moment, and sobbed a laugh. "Why?" she asked through her fingers.

I've read The Book of the Law. I must be slow. I cannot make heads nor tails of it. Every time I read it, I glean one insight, yet still end up confused. Thanks, Name withheld ………………………… Dear Name withheld, Good! I'd be really worried if you said you understood The Book of the Law. One insight per reading is really a good track record.

You're fucking crazy, he finally said, as though just realizing that. Hell, he had been with her how long now? Surely forever. And he was just now seeing that? Poor guy, he was just slow.

There were moments bristling with deadness, when she looked out at her life and went, What? Or worse, feeling interrupted and tired, Wha—?

Her life] had taken on the shape of a terrible mistake. She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hair-brush and told, There you go. She'd stood there for years, blinking and befuddled, brushing the can with the brush.

Wake up one morning with a man you had thought you'd spend your life with, and realize, a rock in your gut, that you don't even like him. Spend a weepy afternoon in his bathroom, not coming out when he knocks. You can no longer trust your affections. People and places you think you love may be people and places you hate.

She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.

His eyes were caught in the headlights of something - foreign policy?

All of life seems to me a strange dream about losing things you never had to begin with. About trying to find your glasses when you can't see because you don't have your glasses on.

I cannot see life, what it's supposed to be: I'm stumped and mystified and frozen in place. Yet other times, I realize, regardless, there's a lot to be thankful for. It's perplexing! How's a soul to know?

This is a Hieronymous Bosch of facts and figures and blood and graphs.

What the fuck, babe.