Quotes About Confusion

We don't know how to insult you any more' (Inter fan banner, directed at their own team)

Nobody tells me anything.

you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...

yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ...

you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...

I was seventeen and on the edge of an eighteen that seemed terrifying to a young man not sure of his sexuality. I knew I liked guys but was still under the delusion that an attraction to guys didn't make you gay just like drowning didn't mean you were breathing water. it just made you different, and as we all know, in high school there is nothing worse than being different.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

A man in his late twenties, with the minimal dress sense and mixture of earnestness and confusion which led Millington to mark him down as a social worker

Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.

Neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.

Sometimes confusion is a necessary way to slow things down until we have within us the strength and courage to find the best and truest answer instead of settling for an easier, quicker one along the way.

what's going on

El miedo te desordena tanto las ideas que no te deja ver nada más.

the major problems with being crazy: you're just naturally uncertain about things.

Ya no oigo mis voces, de modo que ando un poco perdido. Sospecho que sabrían contar mucho mejor esta historia.

Ése es uno de los principales problemas de estar loco: nunca estás seguro de las cosas

It really was shocking, as though the world was going mad, people turning in on themselves and falling prey to wicked thoughts.

ne'er-be-gone n. a person who has no idea where their home is, or was, or when they might have left it, which leaves their emotional compass free to swing around wildly as they move from place to place, pulling them everywhere and nowhere all at once, making it that much harder to navigate.

But maybe, now that I was one of them, they weren't Others anymore? If I was an Other and they were Others perhaps none of us were Others but instead we were a new Us. It was confusing.

People asking questions, lost in confusion, well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions.

Müller's theory of myth was actually based on the notion of a "disease of language," the idea that language itself was inadequate to express everything it had to and therefore was a major contributor to the development of gods and myths, which grew out of linguistic confusion.

When in the world will this lunacy end?

IDisorder is infinitely deep.