Quotes About Confusion

Battered by the mind noise, huddled in the back with eyes closed and fists clenched, the old Melissa had understood pep rallies about as well as a bird sucked through a jet engine comprehended aircraft design.

I mean how could he possibly preconceive something like that?' And I'm dying right? My face is red and I'm fuming. And then, finally, Christine grabs me and takes me aside and says 'Don didn't send that. Mick and John did.' They were in hysterics.

Öylesine s?n?rlanm???z ki kendi kayg?lar?m?zla, sürekli dönüp baÅŸa geliyoruz, öyle ki art?k doÄŸru ile yanl???, yasad??? hevesle en saf ideal aras?ndaki fark? bile ay?rt edemiyoruz. Ä°ngmar Bergman

We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.

The more I heard, the less I knew.

complication …. In that particular foggy business, I couldn't at this moment make out the wood for the trees, but one thing seemed fairly certain: this was

Fear of living without a map is the main reason people are so insistent that we tell them what to do.

I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not, as those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

You are out of your freaking skull! Maybe, but is that relevant?

Do the other angels know what they are doing? Am I the only confused one? Maybe I am unfinished, an unfinished angel.

ILL-AH-NO-WAY

It is not. Mom loves me, and she would not leave me without any explanation. And then her father began to cry.

More than men had died at Lincoln. It seemed to Stephen that reality was a casualty, too, for nothing made sense anymore. What was he doing here in the solar of Lincoln Castle, bleeding all over the Earl of Chester's wife?

Fifth grade is probably pretty rocky for lots of kids. Homework. Never being quite sure if you're cool enough. Clothes. Parents. Wanting to play with toys and wanting to be grown up all at the same time. Underarm odor. I guess I have all that, plus about a million different layers of other stuff to deal with. Making people understand what I want. Worrying about what I look like. Fitting in. Will a boy ever like me? Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all.

The causes of familial discord and distance are countless, but the results are often the same: secrecy, blame, sadness, hurt, confusion, and feelings of loss and grief.

me if you knew something, but you couldn't

Lately I feel that I'm living in a badly written, badly directed foreign movie that's running on late-night TV in black-and-white with lots of static and inadequate subtitles.

We only know how to lose and be lost.

Yep, I have to admit that isosceles triangles make me feel hormonal.

We sat there in silence. A masculine silence. Thick and strong. Oh, I'm full of shit. We were terrified and clueless.

Many adoptees try to convince themselves and others that they have no special needs. They are masters at keeping that vulnerable place within themselves concealed. However, beneath the surface there is often depression. Rage. Bewilderment. Confusion about identity. Fear of loss. Shame. Lack of direction. Lack of emotional stamina. Low stress tolerance. Floating anxiety.

Where are you anyway? (Acheron) I don't know. I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a Mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic. (Valerius) Why are you at Tabitha's? (Acheron)

He knows she's his daughter, twit. (Artemis) Twit? Moi? The Simi? Why, I do believe the bitch-goddess has done gone and gotten herself confused. She thinks she's me, not that I blame her. All women want to be me because of my beautoneousness and the fact that I have such stylish clothing and sparklies. But believe me, I ain't no heifer-goddess. (Simi)

Do me a favor. Don't lick your seat belt? Ash's expression was total confusion. Huh? where did that randomness come from?