Quotes About Confusion

BAILIFF (cautiously): Sir, his name's El-Fayoumy. JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: What? BAILIFF: You called him El-Fajita. JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: Just gimme my glasses! BAILIFF: You're wearing them, sir.

She was certainly schizophrenic. Perhaps she was no longer sane.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.

I get the feeling that it's all a big lie. The problem is I don't know who's lying.

I would tell you about the rest of the night, but i honestly dont remember much about it. It's all a very sad daze.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway...

Math has never made any sense to me.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

Esta es mi vida, y quiero que sepas que estoy triste y feliz al mismo y tiempo y aun intento descubrir como es posible.

Reading the book isn't helping either. I don't know. I'm just thinking too fast. Much too fast.

And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.

A lot of it is good, but a lot of it is bad. Again, I don't know why this always happens.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm starting to get scared.

I would tell you about the rest of the night, but I honestly don't remember much about it. It's all a very sad daze.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is. Love always, Charlie

Pain is the body's way of telling the brain it's in trouble. Similarly, confusion is the brain's way of telling the body, 'All right, buddy, drop that book.

The next sentence is false. The previous sentence is true. I'll wait while your heads explode.

XX A learned man came to me once. He said, I know the way, - come. And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened, Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of me feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, I am lost.

There was no room on this new road for Crazy Horse, the greatest warrior of them all. Perhaps Touch-the-Clouds had this in mind as he looked down on those courageous, confused people. It s well, he said quietly, reassuringly. He has looked for death and it has come. The Oglalas filed away, silently, into the night.