Quotes About Confusion

Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind.

I spent a lot of time denying the idea that I could be gay or trans to myself. From the ages of 14 to 16, I was mostly convinced that I was just going through 'phases.' I ran away mentally, especially at night with access to the Internet and the labyrinth of anonymous communications.

I love technology, and I love new gadgets. I can no longer figure out how to use any of them, but I love them.

People confuse me with Gateway.

I had told one of my friends that I felt like I might be gay or that I just wasn't into girls, and I was abandoned.

When I was 14, I felt very rundown; I had a home to go to, but I felt like I was 60 or something, older than I feel now. And I don't know if it's something that happens at 14, or whether it was adolescence or whether I was gay, or closeted gay, or whatever it was, I felt that.

Gee I don't know, I just want to get home.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a boy. I really had gender issues.

I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.

I don't know what he meant by 'they're after me.' And then I said, 'You know, Bobby, I'm here for you. If you need any help, give me a call.' And then he did call me about a week later, and wanted to know if I had a good attorney.

I'm glad about 'The Curtain Call' now, but I remember being very confused watching it all go down because I was right there behind the curtain watching it all, and I couldn't believe these guys were breaking kayfabe.

I still don't get golf.

One that confounds good and evil is an enemy to good.

Chaos is a good thing.

There were too many things suddenly that I didn't understand, and I didn't know what to do about it. I knew that I needed to be older, but that's not enough. You have to have some basic information that was not yet available to me.

But what was even worse was not understanding the thought behind the words.

Tracy stood up and found that the room was swaying around him in a manner that would have been more disconcerting if it had been less familiar.

They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

Where are we headed? Are we not endlessly plunging —backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there an up and a down anymore? Do we not wander as if through an endless nothingness? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Hasn't it grown colder?

we know the way; we got our knowledge of it from thousands of years in the labyrinth. Who else has found it?—The man of today?—"I don't know either the way out or the way in; I am whatever doesn't know either the way out or the way in"—so sighs the man of today… . This is the sort of modernity that made us ill,—we sickened on lazy peace

A nation goes to pieces when it confounds its duty with the general concept of duty. Nothing works a more complete and penetrating disaster than every impersonal duty, every sacrifice before the Moloch of abstraction.

It is easy to understand why so many minds of this century flocked to the authoritarianism of the Nazi, the Fascist, or the Communist in their desperation for an ordering principle. Having no true picture of reality, butrecognizing the need of someguiding principle outside their confused, bewildered, and frustrated minds, they would throw themselves into the false ordering of dictatorship.

numbed brain a few seconds to process the information.

I sat staring at the carpet for the longest time, trying to put everything I'd learned into some sort of meaningful order, but it was like reading late at night, where three minutes in you realize you've read the same paragraph six times and still don't have any idea what it's about.