Quotes About Confusion

Ik weet niet wat een concubine is en ook niet wat je ermee in bad kunt doen. Ik dacht dat het een spons was.

A veces no sé si sos un genio que tiene larguísimas lagunas de pelotudez o un pelotudo que tiene mínimos chispazos de genio.

I love America because it is a confused, chaotic mess - and I hope we can keep it this way for at least another thousand years. The permissive society is the free society.

Abide not with dualism, Carefully avoid pursuing it; As soon as you have right and wrong, Confusion ensues, and Mind is lost. (172)

I used to think I was indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.

Meditation does not answer the questions of the mind, but it dissolves the very mind which creates many questions and confusion in our life.

They are drunken, but not with wine; they stagger, but not with strong drink.

If the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself to the battle?

It shall be a vexation only to understand the report.

They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.

It's difficult to decide whether growing pains are something teenagers have — or are.

Paul, thou art beside thyself; much learning doth make thee mad.

How can these things be?

Okay, who put a "stop payment" on my reality check?

We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.

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Ooops. My brain just hit a bad sector.

Quais as asneiras?, pensou ele, intrigado, vasculhando o súbito, angustioso, enorme vazio da memória até onde o braço da lembrança conseguia.

it is the uncreative who are most likely to confuse a mere lifestyle with a creative discovery.

What is blindness? Where there should be a wall, her hands find nothing. Where there should be nothing, a table leg gouges her shin. Cars growl in the streets; leaves whisper in the sky; blood rustles through her inner ears. In the stairwell, in the kitchen, even beside her bed, grown-up voices speak of despair.

In the days following, he can hardly manage to comb his hair or convince his fingers to button his coat. His mind plays tricks, too: he walks into a room and forgets why he's there. He stares at a superior and forgets what the man just said.

What is blindness? Where there should be a wall, her hands find nothing. Where there should be nothing, a table leg gouges her shin. Cars growl in the streets; leaves whisper in the sky; blood rustles through her inner ears. In the stairwell, in the kitchen, even beside her bed, grown-up voices speak of despair. "Poor child.

He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he puts a magnifying glass to it, do its depths reveal tiny daggers of flames?

At times he thought he was a wolf and at times he thought he was dead.