Quotes About Confusion

I don't know what to do and my whole life seems to have gone to pieces.

Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand, because we have never seen anything similar.

Iako je oko mene bila soba, osje?ala sam se izgubljenom u potpunoj praznini.

He who becomes dizzy is lost.

The jokes in the previous section can all be described as universes of discourse colliding, frames getting entangled, or contexts getting confused.

I don't know what the future is. I don't know-what I'm supposed to want.

John – tell me, are we lost?

How can they whip cheese?

Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!

It is as though they stood in a spinning world.

why did you do it? i search and search and i search, and i can't understand it, Willy. I made the last payment on the house today. Today, dear. And there'll be nobody home. we're free and clear. we're free. we're free... We're free...

Hope is the confusion of the desire for a thing with its probability.

Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away.

The traffic inside her head seemed to have stopped believing in traffic lights. The result was incessant noise, a few bad crashes and eventually gridlock.

Reading the papers, it was often hard to tell when people were referring to Viagra (which was competing for second place on the front pages) and when they were talking about the nuclear bomb—"We have superior strength and potency." (This was our minister for defense after Pakistan completed its tests.)

My life has a superb cast, but I can't figure out the plot.

The discussions were sparsely attended and mostly went over my head:

She misinterprets this as a question.

This is someone who makes his living studying disorders of the brain and the nerves. Yet he could not make sense of his own condition.

I froze, not knowing quite what to say.

Then she asked a series of questions, targeting issues that tend to arise in patients with terminal illness. Did Cox have pain? How was her appetite, thirst, sleeping? Any trouble with confusion, anxiety, or restlessness? Had her shortness of breath grown worse? Was there chest pain or heart palpitations? Abdominal discomfort? Trouble with constipation or urination or walking?

It's difficult to talk about double messages without having a twin tongue.

The only answer to death is the heat and confusion of living; the only dependable warmth is the warmth of the blood.

Why what?" she snapped. "Now don't be silly. You know why." But I did not know why.