Quotes About Confusion

I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.

Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.

As a young child I had Santa and Jesus all mixed up. I could identify Coke or Pepsi with just one sip, but I could not tell you for sure why they strapped Santa to a cross. Had he missed a house? Had a good little girl somewhere in the world not received the doll he'd promised her, making the father angry?" (p.3)

As a young child I had Santa and Jesus all mixed up. I could identify Coke or Pepsi with just one sip, but I could not tell you for sure why they strapped Santa to a cross. Had he missed a house? Had a good little girl somewhere in the world not received the doll he'd promised her, making the father angry?

There just didn't seem to be anything to hold on to. We weren't going anywhere, and we weren't pulling away. We were just floating, suspended in liquid. And I guess I want more. And I don't know what he wants.

Was it a universal truth that the closer you looked at something, the more you would see but the less you would understand what you where looking at?

He likes things that make sense, and this word explains everything he knows about me. It makes perfect sense. Unless you don't know me, in which case it's delusional, irrational, and absurd.

I wasn't cold, I wasn't anything at all I was only a blur.

It's not that I was an outright nitwit of a child. It's that the things even a nitwit could do with little or no instruction often confused me.

It was time to leave. He was insufferable, had toilet problems, looked demented to begin with, and now he was the accomplice to a cat killer. Yet did I leave? No, I sat there. And I thought, What has happened to me? Why am I not rising up off the sofa? Why am I not leaving?

Have I sufficiently confused you? Good. Stay humble.

He walked, groping for a sentence that hung in his mind as an empty shape. He could neither fill it or dismiss it.

No hay necesidad alguna de supercomplicar las cosas o de confundirse uno mismo con temerosas creencias.

Puberty," it has been said, "is everyone's first experience of a sentient madness.

He wrote Véra sheepishly: "Something has happened (only don't be angry). I can't remember (for God's sake, don't be angry!) I can't remember (promise that you won't be angry), I can't remember your telephone number." He knew it had a seven in it, but the rest had entirely escaped him.

For three months of the year they could not be certain what year they were living in. Because the pope approved the Gregorian calendar, New England rejected it, stubbornly continuing to date the start of the new year to March 25.

Something peculiar is happening to my head. I remember that my father was Barnaby, but I had another named Balaton. Unless that's a lake in Albania.

He assumed a manner that could be called circular irony. Everything he said, he said in quotes, with an artificial, exaggerated emphasis, and with the elocution of someone playing a succession of improvised, ad hoc roles. Therefore, whoever did not know him long and well was confounded, for it seemed impossible ever to tell what the man thought true and what false, and when he was speaking seriously and when he was merely amusing himself with words.

So that where I once did not know who or what you were, now I wonder who I or we are, or what. What planet is this anyway, my dear?

While she couldn't deliver a comic routine to save her life, she had a well-developed ability to look blank and confused, and she found to her surprise that she enjoyed the laughter.

It may be safe to walk, but where do you go when all directions wear the same black ashen despair?

But in dying so suddenly her mother had become a riddle at the gate instead of the road you walked to get there.

And that's my point, Richard stated. Do you remember when you stood there, in a ballroom or whatever, and watched her stalk off - and wondered what the hell was going on?

JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: What's your name, Bailiff?! BAILIFF: Julius of Outer Mongolia.