Quotes About Confusion

I don't recognise any of my emotions any more. There's no such thing as plain joy or grief. It's horror and relief and panic and gratitude all jumbled together.

Wie konnte sie sich so irren? Sie mag ihn noch immer, weil sie einfach nicht versteht. Wann war die falsche Abzweigung? Manche Freundschaften zerbrechen aus heiterem Himmel. Heiter? Sie zerbrechen. Nichts daran ist heiter.

Swimming up out of the depths was very much like waking that night on the Hansa—a sense of confusion resolving into the certainty of disaster: icebergs, torpedoes, exploded boilers, something beautiful shattered and devoured by the deep, a world consumed by a war that would not end.

I wonder what will happen if i put a hand cream on my feet, will they get confused and start clapping?

There are "well-known secrets" out there and there are people who are "so happy they could die." Sometimes people are so sad they have to laugh and sometimes things feel so wrong, they're right. Basically what I'm saying is, I usually don't know what people are talking about.

There's lotion for your face, lotion for your hands, lotion for your feet, lotion for your body. Why? What would happen if you put hand lotion on your feet? Would your feet get confused and start clapping?

There's lotion for your face, lotion for your hands, lotion for your feet, lotion for your body. Why? What would happen if you put hand lotion on your feet? Would your feet get confused and start clapping?

Then you panic because you've never known the difference between a sweet potato and a yam and both are on the counter, and if you start making a yam pie you'll never hear the end of it.

The whole younger generation looks to me like a sum that doesn't add up.' Lavinia

i was so confused that i did a flying roundhouse kick at the wall. my leg went through the wall

showing up to school without knowing what classes i'm taking or where the classroom are located. the worst one was showing up for exams i hadn't studied for

There is pattern but no logic in criminality. It is your task to cohere confusion, to bring order out of chaos.

Abigail, meanwhile, brooded in the backseat. Finally she announced, "None of this makes sense.

eso era lo que a mí me caía gordo de la vida carnal, no sé si te pasó, que a veces se acomodaba de tal manera que no entendías ni madres, a poco no

He woke from a dream in which Edith raised her arms to him, the liquid gold of her hair tumbling almost to her waist. 'Ah, darling,' he had been telling her, 'I am looped in the loops of your hair.' Had he said that aloud? He would never do something so imbecilic. He really had lost his mind.

You know I don't know a chestnut from a conker.' [...] 'A Chestnut is a conker

People think you're crazy if you talk about things they don't understand.

In all the edifice of thought, I have not found a category upon which to rest my head.

There are nights that the most ingenious torturers could not have invented. We emerge from them in pieces, stupid, dazed, with neither memories nor anticipations, and without even knowing who we are. And it is then that the day seems useless, light pernicious, even more oppressive than the darkness.

What's wrong—what's the matter with you?" Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for. . . .

Whenever philosophers insinuate themselves into Letters, it is to exploit their confusion or to precipitate their collapse.

What's wrong--what's the matter with you?' Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for....

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

Everything changes; the old world—-the classical civilization of form and definition—passes away, a new world of free spirit and inward growth emerges; between the two lies a mixed weltering interval of trouble and confusion.