Quotes About Confusion

Disorder is infinitely deep.

People lose their way as an act of defence. Then they panic and decide they have to find it again.

We must not be confused, I repeat, with the various advice offered to us from the modern-day food and medical scientists. If you take their advice and try to eat all of the different kinds of food, cooked in their many different ways, at all different times of the day, and their many different suggestions on how much you should eat, you will most certainly die. Brother and sisters, I repeat: it will most certainly kill you -- with the exception of the Orthodox Jews' food, which is good.

She gazes over at baby Genevieve, who is now asleep in Kevin's arms, and thinks, I really don't have any words of advice at all. The world is an endlessly confounding place.

I really don't have any words of advice at all . The world is an endlessly confounding place.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, than the desires of the human heart.

The giddy, head-over-heels infatuation faded; it mellowed into something else. You got married, then divorced. Or your husband killed himself. Or your brain synapses became encased in gooey plaque and you started putting the frying pan in the icebox instead of in the cabinet where it belonged.

but she wasn't sure where. The knee?

It's a revelation. Her mother is a human being who feels pain, sadness, loneliness, confusion.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, Eleanor thinks, than the desires of the human heart.

He couldn't remember his former babysitter's name. It was in the Elisa/Alyssa/Alicia vein, but he wasn't sure exactly which.

Even if Tellun himself bounded in here with party hats, I'm not sure there would be any reason to celebrate.

Sorry. I seem to have caused a mess our last time around.

I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't be in me. But I couldn't be anywhere else, either. I had nowhere else to go.

any doubt what goes on. I'm puzzling over how to do this when

What was she to think? Oh, teasing, teasing man! It would be so much easier if he could simply tell her what he meant by all his confusing actions. And so she had another shock: Jane Bennet was irritated with Mr. Bingley.

She shook her head, wondering if the jangle of voices was already driving her mad.

Sometimes, even he found his program overly Gothic.

You manage to disentangle yourself, but then you're out in the hard, cold universe, and suddenly everybody is disagreeing with you-and you have no idea how to manage disagreement and how awful it makes you feel, having never experienced it at all.

It seemed as if I could stand up comfortably in the corridor or service tube or whatever it was, so I did, trying to make sense of how it twisted around at seeming random.

There was the sense of something having been ripped from me; that heartbroken punch of loss without any memories to explain where it was coming from.

His laugh smelled of juniper and loam, and Kit's confused expression showed; it made the little elf laugh the harder.

I couldn't think, couldn't reason. I certainly couldn't sleep reliably, or for long.

Kit woke in absolute blackness, with a ringing head, and tried to remember how he had gotten there and why he was lying on a dank, lumpy surface with the taste of earth on his lips.