Quotes About Confusion

Und dann schlafe ich mit dem verrückten Gefühl ein, anders sein zu wollen als zu sein oder anders zu sein als zu wollen oder vielleicht auch anders zu tun als zu wollen oder zu sein.

It can be too sad here. We so often lose our way.

Life on earth is a head-scratcher for anyone who's paying attention. This place has been a bad match for me since I was four.

But with antibiotics and technology came great expectations, of being able to keep our children safe, of living long and healthy lives, relaxed and content and able to keep up the car payments. Even with the Internet, deciphering the genetic code, and great advances in immunotherapy, life is frequently confusing at best, and guaranteed to be hard and weird and sad at times.

Here we are, older, scared, numb on some days, enraged on others, with even less trust than we had a year ago. The devastating pandemic, and the federal government's confused and deadly response, was simply the final straw to a few years of crushing developments.

As one grew older, one remembered only the energy, the optimistic side of being young. Time removed many of the agonies of uncertainty, self-doubt, loneliness, and the confusion that can hurt so much. Maybe it was just as well. Age brought its own diffucult pains.

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

Evil is anything that goes against life, harms life, stifles life, destroys life. Evil is bringing harm to another person, inflicting unnecessary pain, suffering, or confusion. All evil comes from this. This is the root of all evil.

El caos era el vacío sin sentido de la vida cotidiana

Mine was the naïveté of the living; now it is the confusion and longing of the dead. Pray when I am finished with this tale, I will go on to something greater. Punishment even would have its shape, its purpose, some conviction of meaning. I cannot imagine eternal flames. But I can imagine eternal meaning.

Amadeo had once more been stolen from a way of life to be take to another unexplicable place.

Was he for the world or for me?

I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death,' I said. 'It was impossible from the beginning, because you cannot have love and goodness when you do what you know to be evil, what you know to be wrong. You can only have the desperate confusion and longing and the chasing of phantom goodness in its human form.

Am I damned? Am I from the devil? Is my very nature that of a devil? I was asking myself over and over. And if it is, why then do I revolt against it, tremble when Babette hurls a flaming lantern at me, turn away in disgust when Lestat kills? What have I become in becoming a vampire? Where am I to go?

I could betray her utterly were she to allow. Or I might only take from her some mercy, and leave her finally with a mystery which she would never understand.

I drew from him an easy intimacy which he had denied all those who had tormented him, so dazzled and confused was he by my simple kindnesses and the words I whispered in his tender ears.

My love for Daniel had never been entirely honest, and always viciously possessive, and quite entangled with my own hatred of the world at large, and my confusion in the face of the baffling modern times which had begun to open up to me when I emerged in the late years of the Eighteenth Century from the catacombs beneath Paris.

He had no idea what Jilly Lovitz would appreciate or not. And why the hell did her name have so many fucking L's in it? She'd probably done it on purpose, just to annoy him.

Have you not explained to your friend? She seems confused. I've told her what she needs to know. I would suspect, Nephew, that she needs to know more. Particularly when I see how you look at her. Taka gave another sudden start, but didn't turn. What did his uncle see when he looked at her? Murderous tendencies? Vast annoyance? Or something else? And she looks at you the same way, the old man added, and it was Summer's turn to jump. Definitely vast annoyance, then. And something else.

You can get an erection less than an hour after I've tried to kill you? she said in disbelief. Just how perverse are you? Let me show you.

It seemed they viewed her differently now. She had status. She mattered. All at once they were interested in what she had to say. She hadn't fully understood that before this, she hadn't mattered, and she felt indignant but also, against all logic, gratified. And also fraudulent. It was confusing.

a car that wasn't familiar to her.

It's everything. I hate the heat; I hate the humidity; the accent is atrocious…I don't know what we're doing here." "Well, sweetheart? We're just helping Denise for a few days." "We don't even know Denise!

She began to have a slight feeling of panic. What am I doing here? she thought.