Quotes About Confusion

and all that time of care and confusion that seemed as if it would never end seems as if it never was.

Her brain was a storm, her usual insight gone.

There is so much we don't understand. And so much unhappiness comes because of that.

There is so much we don't understand. And so much unhappiness that comes because of that.

There is so much we don't understand. And so much unhappiness comes because of that.

Pretty soon it feel like I can't think. My mind run up on a thought, git confuse, run back and sort of lay down.

They say he "hit a square" while flying his small aircraft; a situation in which it is impossible to tell up from down or earth from sky and that he lost his way.

Existem tantas coisas que nós não compreendemos. E tanta infelicidade acontece por causa disso.

There is so much we don't understand. And so much happiness comes because of that.

Woman is the confusion of man, an insatiable beast, a continuous anxiety, an incessant warfare, a daily ruin, a house of tempest and a hindrance to devotion," fulminated the misogynistic Vincent de Beauvais in the thirteenth century.

It's starting to snow," Kitty announced excitedly. "Do you suppose we will all be able to get back home all right? Washington gets so confused when it snows.

A missle lost Unprogrammed

People often hate what they cannot understand.

In this world one must have a name; it prevents confusion, even when it does not establish identity. Some, though, are known by numbers, which also seem inadequate distinctions.

Positive, adj. Mistaken at the top of one's voice.

I hardly know the right terms for anything these days. Even if I did, I fear they would be the wrong ones by tomorrow morning.

Relief, or disappointment? Hard to tell the difference.

I'm seein' the syphilitic afterbirth of a Mongolian clusterfuck, is what I see there.

Anyone who sees clearly sees chaos everywhere. Art is a way of temporarily setting order to confusion. Temporary and incomplete; that's why we never run out of new art. Anyone who comes to the tools of art without that sense of confusion is an invader.

That's it? 'Damn, it smells like the fishsticks are burning and don't do that with your head, Bode?' What the fuck?

one teebs? You mean tablespoon?" "I don't know.

He felt he was being swept away, not just from his life but from God, the idea of God, or hope, or reason, the idea that things made sense, that cause followed effect, and it ought not to be like this, Ig felt, death ought not to be like this, even for sinners. He

She had felt good for a few moments, racing across the face of the hill on her old bike, but the happy feeling had burned itself out and left behind a thin, cold rage. She was no longer entirely sure who she was angry with though. Her anger didn't have a fixed point. It was a soft whir of emotion to match the soft whir of the spokes.

Without understanding exactly how the trap got sprung, he can feel its teeth in him.