Quotes About Confusion

You replace all my doubts... with others.

Shock, confusion, fear, anger, grief, and defiance. On Sept. 11 2001, and for the three days following the worst terrorist attack on U.S. soil, President George W. Bush led with raw emotion that reflected the public's whipsawing stages of acceptance.

We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt.

How vague these husbands are.

Is it not confusing to young men to be taught in their churches and homes to honor, protect, and cherish women, but hear a deafening silence in response to Trump's low view of women by many of those same chivalry-promoting Christians?

I really have a nice step ladder. I never knew my real ladder.

painful ambiguities.

The difference is that love and hate are mixed together now, making it impossible for me to decide which is the stronger and at times they even seem the same.

Humor can bring us together around our inescapable foibles, confusions, and miscommunications, and especially over the ways in which we find ourselves acting entitled and demanding, or putting other people down, or flying at each other's throats.

Budgie lay slack-jawed on stained pillows, squinting in perplexity at the stack of plastic containers in one corner. It was like he'd been mildly puzzled to death.

This confusion of the chimookomaanag between the timelessness of the earth and the short span here of mortals was typical of their arrogance.

It was like he'd been mildly puzzled to death.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

What in the name of Hitler's panties and matching bra set was she talking about?

Il est mort, tue qu il a ete, quelque temps plus tard, en sortant d un village qu on avait pris pour un autre, par des Français qui nous avaient pris pour des autres.

He had the same trouble as all intellectuals—he was ineffectual. He knew too many things, and they confused him.

Les vivants qu'on égare dans les cryptes du temps dorment si bien avec les morts qu'une même ombre les confond déjà.

Képtelen voltam a bÅ'gést abbahagyni... - Nem! Én csak egy bohóc vagyok, bácsikám! - Nem! Azt már nem! csibém! ... Inkább csak faszfej vagy, kicsikém!

I'm doddering around like an old bumblebee, I'm all tangled up in the air, Ah sees it, I ain't tellin' things in the right order, what about it! You'll excuse me somewhat, kidding about my memories, digressing from rhyme to reason, jabbering away about my friends instead of showing you around!...Let's go! and let's keep going!...Let me show you around nicely...straying neither right nor left!...

He didn't want to think about the people in his life, the people who could make him feel the way he did inside right now. Sad and angry, and as though he had lost something he couldn't quite name.

I can never make up my mind about anything myself - I'm always afflicted with indecision. Just as soon as I decided to do something I feel in my bones that another course would be the correct one. It's dreadful misfortune, but I was born that way, and there is no use in blaming me for it, as some people do.

And nothing is more wrong-headed than calling meaning a mental activity! Unless, that is, one is setting out to produce confusion. (It would also be possible to speak of an activity of butter when it rises in price, and if no problems are produced by this it is harmless.)

and here, in this if I always lose myself.

The manager: Do you understand? Leading Man: I'm hanged if I do. The Manager: Neither do I. But let's get on with it. It's sure to be a glorious failure anyway.