Quotes About Confusion

My heart is heavy with the things I do not understand.

Ahae! My heart is heavy with the things that I do not understand.

came because I wished to see thee—misguided by the Red Mist of affection.

It is hard to live alone in the dark, confusing the day and night; dropping to sleep through sheer weariness at mid-day, and rising restless in the chill of the dawn. At first Dick, on his awakenings, would grope along the corridors of the chambers till he heard some one snore. Then he would know that the day had not yet come, and return wearily to his bedroom.

Estaba confuso. Se miró las botas con tristeza, él que siempre había ido descalzo. ¿Quién soy yo?, se preguntó. Yo soy Kimball O'Hara, un blanco, un sahib. No, un sahib, no. Yo soy Kim. Pero, ¿quién es Kim?. Él, Kim, en medio del rugiente torbellino de la India, no era más que un ser insignificante que iba hacia el sur, ignorando lo que el destino iba a depararle.

I would rather be confused for 10 minutes than bored for 5 seconds.

You can't do anything with a man whose mind is gone.

You know how good-byes feel. How the air gets excited when all its ions and electrical charges are disrupted, first by the intent to leave and later by the leaving itself. Then, when the bodies move away through space, they create empty pockets where feelings get caught and eddy around in the vacuum, creating little vortices of relief or sadness or confusion.

I thought I understood everything about cruelty, but it turns out, I didn't understand anything at all.

At the time I was feeling hopeful, which now seems kind of sad and brave. It wasn't my fault that I didn't understand what was happening.

tell them all this? Wexford had no idea. Because

Confusão možno chápaÃ…Â¥ ako stav neistoty a bezradnosti. Vidíme okolo seba zúriÃ…Â¥ confusão, ale nemôžeme spraviÃ…Â¥ ni?, aby sme ho zastavili. ÄŒo máte nové? Confusão! Každý, kto rozumie významu tohto slova, vie už vtedy vÅ¡etko.

A tr?it întâmpl?ri destul de triste,în general lucruri care-Å£i taie cheful de p?l?vr?geal? ordinar?.Tat?l ÅŸi mama ei n-au fost fericiÅ£i împreun?.Ceea ce pe o fat? oarecare o atrage,pe ea o las? indiferent?.S-ar p?rea chiar s? nu ÅŸtie care e rolul adev?rat al unei fete.Poate c? uneori îÅŸi doreÅŸte s? nu fie fat?,ci b?iat.

Bleeding hearts were the easiest to confuse.

He was the child of a father who was not his father; but also the child of a time which damaged reality so badly that nobody ever managed to put it together again;

Confusion to our enemies!

the children of the hour of darkness were born, I'm afraid, in the midst of the age of darkness; so that although we found it easy to be brilliant, we were always confused about being good.

Violent action is unclear to most of those who get caught up in it. Experience is fragmentary; cause and effect,why and how, are torn apart. Only sequence exists. First this then that. And afterward, for those who survived, a lifetime of trying to understand

Maybe, according to my insula, this is the way things are these days in America: that for some of us, the world stopped making sense. Anything can happen. Here can be there, then can be now, up can be down, truth can be lies. Everything's slip-sliding around and there's nothing to hold on to. The whole thing has come apart at the seams.

I spoke no Spanish, so I was unable to haggle with the taxi-drivers. 'Benengeli,' I said, and the first cabbie shook his head and walked away, spitting copiously. The second named a number that had no meaning for me. I had come to a place where I did not know the names of things or the motives for men's deeds. The universe was absurd. I could not say 'dog', or 'where?', or 'I am a man'. Besides, my head was thick, like a soup.

But what, after all, can a baby do except swallow all of it and hope to make sense of it later?

The problem I want to talk to you about tonight is the problem of belief. What does it mean to believe? We use this word all the time, and I think behind it lurk some really extraordinary taboos and confusions. What I want to argue tonight is that how we talk about belief- how we fail to criticize or criticize the beliefs of others, has more importance to us personally, more consequence to us personally and to civilization than perhaps anything else that is in our power to influence.

if you are thinking without knowing you are thinking, you are confused about who and what you are.

Confusion and suffering may be our birthright, but wisdom and happiness are available.