Quotes About Confusion

...There's a lot I don't understand...but not understanding is better not believing" - Ambrose

My feet, " said Montag. "I can't move them. I feel so damn silly. My feet won't

Transparency was a guardian of frugality, just as confusion had been a handmaiden of extravagance.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,Confusion worse confounded.

All hell broke loose.

When you were out in the bush and someone screamed, it was easy to tell the difference between someone who was scared and someone who'd been hit bad. There's both pain and terror in the scream when someone gets hit. Suddenly I heard someone screaming that way, and, God, it sounded so fucking horrible, and I couldn't figure out who it was. Then, and instant later, my mind caught up with my body, and I realized the scream was coming from me.

the sense of separateness from the rest of the world, as if everyone else knew the part they were playing but I'd never been given a script.

I had been conditioned to believe that there is nothing more dangerous than the arrogance of ignorance; now I would learn that it does not compare with arrogance of knowledge, knowledge that often is confused with wisdom.

Moods are not to be confused with emotions. Moods will dispose you to having an emotion. Certain moods you're more likely to get angry than others, as we all know, but emotion is not the same as mood. Emotions, I think, always have to do with agitated forms of desire. Whenever you're in an emotional state, you have some sort of agitated desire. So, emotions are fairly special -- I am not always in some sort of emotional state or other, but I think I am always in some mood or other.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

Language is evidently one of the principle instruments or helps of thought; and any imperfection in the instrument, or in the mode of employing it, is confessedly liable, still more than in almost any other art, to confuse and impede the process, and destroy all ground of confidence in the result.

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.

How could she let him go, with all that information in his head? It was spotty, and they had no way of knowing how much of it was true, but it was all they had.

All in all, it was the goldarndest, Barnum-and-Baileyest, rib-stickinest, rough-and-tumblest infernal foofaraw of a media circus anybody had seen since grandpaw chased the possum down the road and lost his store teeth, and I was heartily sorry to have been a part of it.

There's no sense in being precise when you don't even know what you're talking about

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

A tientas, confusos, se tocaron, se enredaron en un abrazo torpe y tenso y durante largo rato permanecieron sentados juntos sin moverse, como si cualquier movimiento pudiese dejar escapar de ellos la cosa extraña y terrible que agarraban con las manos.

When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.

Nobody is going to be muddle-headed enough to confuse ignorance with innocence now - it's too important. Nor is ignorance going to be cute or funny anymore. It is going to be dangerous, very dangerous.

Something entirely unexpected happened to Bert. Yesterday he had seen her as a child grown up, today it was different. There was a pain in his chest and a hammering, the skin on his temples felt oddly tight, his hand trembled so that he almost dropped the bar he was holding. He leaned back against the wheel, staring at her but unable to speak. A long time seemed to pass before he could say anything, and the words sounded clumsy in his own ears. What

When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.

Driving home, Tommy was aware of a sensation like that of a tire becoming flat, as though he had been filled—all his life—with some sustaining air, and it was gone now; he felt, increasingly as he drove, a sense of fear. He could not understand it.

Living in a world where constantly one turned and touched incomprehension—they did not comprehend, he did not comprehend—gave the air the lift of uncertainty and this seemed to wear away something in him, always he felt unsure of what he wanted, what he thought, even what he felt. His