Quotes About Confusion

Thomas let go of her, leaned his head back against the wall. She pressed in again and wrapped her arms around his middle. "Uh … Brenda?" he asked. Something wasn't right with this girl. "Yeah?" she mumbled against his chest. "What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" "Don't you think it's a little weird how you're acting?

Thomas still didn't understand why she was being so touchy with him.

Teresa didn't hesitate. She wrapped her arms around Thomas's neck, pulling him in. He didn't have enough will to resist. They kissed, but nothing stirred inside Thomas. He felt nothing.

And how did we get here?" Bryson added. "What happened to that town we were in? Where are we? And while we're at it, where can I get a burger?

Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. "It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything o?-kilter just enough to bother me— make me angry.

Thomas was hit with a wave of confusion, blistered with panic.

Estoy medio confundido, viejo. Es raro sentirse triste y extrañar la casa de uno, si no tienes idea de adónde deseas volver, ¿cazas lo que digo? Lo único que sé es que no quiero estar aquí. Quiero regresar con mi familia donde sea que quede eso, al lugar de donde me sacaron. Quiero recordar.

To doubt," Os Guinness writes, "is to waver between the two, to believe and disbelieve at once and to be 'in two minds.

Redundancy—inefficient by definition—serves as the antidote to confusion.

Real war was the thousands of Chinese refugees dying of cholera in the sealed stockades at Pootung, and the bloody heads of Communist soldiers mounted on pikes along the Bund. In a real war no one knew which side he was on, and there were no flags or commentators or winners. In a real war there were no enemies.

Bunch was always a rescue of sorts...whether from the confusion and regret of a hangover, the intolerable presence of a roommate, or just the general despair of Saturdays.

When in doubt, mumble.

Where did Wayne Newton go when the USA went to shit? I was more stoned than I had realized.

I sat on the concrete stump, collecting snow atop my dome, benumbed and befucked by my colossal overpowering lack of knowledge.

Having no sense at all of where he might be headed, Joe Buck simply meandered deeper and deeper into September

Here was a man, roughly my own age, who had struggled with the same things I did: pride, disappointment, confusion, doubt, sadness, loneliness.

So this is a fundamental problem, being out of a loop that I don't even believe in.

I ran my fingers through my hair. We'd been together for nearly twenty minutes, and I still didn't know what he was talking about. "Sit here," I told Bigs. "And don't chew on the furniture while I'm gone.

The last human of importance the American people have been able to keep in the working end of their brain is your own Chicago triggerman, Dillinger. After him they kind of lost hold on keeping who's who straight. So don't be surprised if they don't remember who Cabot Wright is, or if they do.

Biblical references about knowledge and good and evil often get tangled up.

I am not a part of this home any longer. I am a tiny thing created by indifferent scientists. I am an experiment, a mechanical bee placed near the hive. The real bees were happy being bees until I came along and gave them all the false information that destroyed their little lives.

Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?

I am not unused to being confronted with my ow lies, but those of others never fail to throw me for a loop.

Welty's instruction; that I'd had a concussion. That I hadn't