Quotes About Confusion

here we are, without our families, totally out of our heads, and we don't know where on earth we are. That was the feeling of the early seventies—nobody knew where they were.

I never quite got the hang of the getting drunk & fondling the thighs [of all the cumbersome young males] business... whether that makes me a gallant & proper gentleman, a cowardly wuss or an unadventurous prude, I cannot make out

This is so similar to the story of Apollo and Hyacinthus that you wonder if some bard somewhere got drunk or confused.

Marsyas skidded to a halt, the assorted satyrs, fauns, and Maenads behind bumping into him and each other in a concertina of confusion.

That's how they were supposed to be. It's what they, at fifteen, were supposed to have been doing. They'd been fired into adolescence and were swerving to each side now like crazy, trying to find the straight and narrow.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

A hurt body and mind aren't just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

I'm sorry I didn't know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture!

Are you still forgetting things? I don't know, I can't remember, I said.

What's flattery?" "Flattery," Wendy told him, "is when your daddy says he likes my new yellow slacks even if he doesn't or when he says I don't need to take off five pounds." "Oh. Is it lying for fun?" "Something very like that." He had been looking at her closely and now said: "You're pretty, Mommy." He frowned in confusion when they exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

The world is insane. You only have to watch the news to know it.

Why didn't you kill me like you did that guy back there? Billy? Or does it even make any sense to ask? Are you beyond why?' Oh shit, we're all beyond why, you know that.

I don't know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?

My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

If I've learned one thing, it's that the unfortunate thing about life is that everything's mixed. There's no absolute good and there's no absolute evil. There's just a lot of confusion.

There was a time when I do not understand poetry.

Feelings are murky, contrived and confusing. And the worst thing about them is no matter how hard you try, you can never sort them. They tangle more and more with thinking.

When we don't have way to express our feelings then at odds in choosing way and every path of life shows gloomy image.

I am not myself.My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

I knew in that moment that I was full of it. I didn't know who I was. I only knew my routine. I knew who I was suppose to be, who I was expected to be.