Quotes About Confusion

Sometimes sex is the price that is exacted from her for warmth and attention. And if these sometimes wonderful moments of closeness must coexist with terrifying, confusing moments of abuse, she learns to see the two as parts of the same experience. She grows to think she wanted the incest itself. Because they've become enmeshed, she doesn't know that it was love she wanted, not sex.

bad as it seemed. Gwendolyn stirred, her eyelids opening a crack. "What happened?" she asked, her words slurred. "I'm not sure," said Annie. She glanced at the jeweled object still held in her sister's hand. Although Gwendolyn hadn't recognized it, Annie knew what it was right away. Someone had crafted a tiny model

It means, your worships' excellencies, that - you - can't come to it! This chicken won't fight. It means that the fat's in the fire, and the cat's out of the bag! It means confusion! Distraction! Perdition! And a tearing off of our wigs! It means the game's up, the play's over, villainy is about to be hanged and virtue about to be married, and the curtain is going to drop and the principal performer - that's I - is going to be called out amid the applause of the audience!

What the foul fiend is the meaning of all this?

It is obvious enough for the reader to conclude, "She loves young Emerson." A reader in Lucy's place would not find it obvious. Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice, and we welcome "nerves" or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. She loved Cecil; George made her nervous; will the reader explain to her that the phrases should have been reversed?

Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead nowhere.

Mother, who toom?

Oh, what have I done?" "You fainted." "I—I am very sorry.

O Reitor veio em auxílio dos dois sunningtonianos [Maurice e Chapman]. Disse ao seu jovem primo [Risley]: - Estás a ser insensato quanto à memória. Confudes aquilo que é importante com aquilo que marca. Sem dúvida que o Chapman e o Hall [Maurice] se lembrarão sempre que te conheceram. ----------------------------------------------------- You confuse what's important with what's impressive. P. 35, MAURICE, E.M. FORSTER

Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian?

Not even that. It may be halfway in the wrong direction. I can't explain. I don't believe in all these fads, and yet I don't like saying that I don't believe in them.

Everybody, he mused had everything worked out. Except me

Gördüm sevenleri... Ba?lar?na gelecekleri görmeyeceklerini gördüm... A??k olu?lar?n? gördüm... Anlamad?m... Anlayamad?m... Sonra sen ç?kageldin... Sonra sen... A??klar? gördüm... Acemilerdi... Ben dedim "Olamam böyle"... Sonra sen ç?kageldin... Sonra sen...

because no matter how we try to explain it—through religion or randomness, it doesn't matter—existence just doesn't seem to make any sense.

People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing.

What the fish!

He didn't want to be a sucker, but he didn't want to be alone. Everything ached and all the choices felt wrong.

Jared couldn't follow the twists of this and didn't really care. "Do you mind if I hit the shower?

True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

Howling apples!" gasped T. X. "It's from John Lexman!

Guilt was never a rational thing; it distorts all the faculties of the human mind, it perverts them, it leaves a man no longer in the free use of his reason, it puts him into confusion

I bleed, but know not wherefore, know not where.

Al final —concluyó con abatimiento—, ya no sabía qué estaba haciendo allí. Sólo sabía que, fuera lo que fuese, no tenía el menor sentido. —Esto que acabas de describir —le dije— se llama trabajar.

Karlmenn útskýra sjaldan eigin málefni og ef þeir gera það ferst þeim illa.