Quotes About Confusion

One of the most American of attributes: the inability to believe that time is real. It is this inability which makes them so romantic about the nature of society, and it is this inability which has led them into a total confusion about the nature of experience.

I pulled her to her feet. But, naked as I was, and holding her against me, I realized that I did not really feel for her what I had felt for Madeleine, whom I knew I did not love, several hours before. I felt a terrible constriction. It felt, I think, like death. I loved Barbara. I knew it then, and I really know it now; but what, I asked myself, was I to do with her?

In a real war, no one knew which side he was on, and there were no flags or commentators or winners.

Thinking of his unsettled dreams, and puzzled by their missing sound track, Jim tugged at his ruffed collar.

Das war die Frau mit ihren plötzlichen Ängsten, ihren grundlosen Launen, ihren unwillkürlichen Verwirrungen, ihren unmotivierten Kühnheiten, ihren Wagnissen und ihrer reizenden Zartheit der Gefühle.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

When people are ill, they have such strange fancies! They are like children, they do not know what they want.

The number of things which you do not understand increases day by day.

Know this for certain—methods are always confounded with results; you will never succeed in separating the soul from the senses, spirit from matter.

Provammo un senso di disorientamento, la stessa mancanza di sincronia tra suono e luce quando c'è un tuono.

I've no idea how many young women like this there are in the world, but I kind of wonder if those oddly vague people you see in department stores during the day, women who don't quite seem to be students or people who work on their own, might not be the same. I know very well that I used to be like that myself, that I used to walk around with the same utterly unfocused look in my eye.

Acting is a form of confusion.

There's obviously nothing wrong with selling your art - only an idiot with a trust fund would tell you otherwise. But it's confusing to know how far you should take it.

I used to think that age would bring wisdom. It doesn't, it just brings confusion. But I find that this confusion is artistically useful. It's a kind of progression, a negative progression. It's moving into areas that you didn't know were there. It becomes more dreamlike all the time.

I suspect that God's plan, whatever it is, works on a scale too large to admit our mortal tribulations; that in a single lifetime, accidents and happenstance determine more than we care to admit; and that the best we can do is to try to align ourselves with what we feel is right and construct some meaning out of our confusion, and with grace and nerve play at each moment the hand that we're dealt.

Growing up was a maze of light and darkness to me. I never fully understood the purpose of childhood. Baby pictures nonplussed me. It looks like me a little, I thought. But what the hell, I didn't know nuthin'. It ain't that cute. Falling back like that, toothless grimace, mouth bare, legs bent, fat with diapers. And them probably wet.

You are truly, seriously lost, even though you know exactly where you are.

was unfathomable. But really, it wasn't. And that made it worse somehow.

I just meant this stuff with me is different . And I definitely wouldn't call it regular bullying." "So what would you call it, then?" I opened my mouth to answer. But I didn't have any words. Because all the words I could think of— bullying, teasing, flirting —seemed too simple, too small, to hold all the hurt I was feeling.

All I could think about was Gemma kissing Liam, Liam kissing Gemma—and wondering why that image made my insides knot up.

OLIVIA DIDN'T WANT TO SEE SIMON. She didn't know how to deal with what she felt. It was raw physical attraction with no emotional link, and it was totally wrong at

He didn't remind himself of any of those things because they only made him feel heartsick and empty—empty and helpless—helpless and angry—angry and confused.

She sighed as he left, wondering why it was becoming so difficult to tell the good guys from the bad guys.

What's happened? What's wrong?" he asked. "I