Quotes About Confusion

Essentially I'm a pantheist-agnostic. I worship many deities with equal amounts of confusion.

Once a child enters adolescence, it may become increasingly difficult to raise these issues. Because adolescence is a time of rebellion—of self-definition, of distinguishing oneself from parents and peers—there may be less communication than ever. It is also a time of great emotional and physical change—and therefore a time of intense confusion within. If the adolescent child's self-image gets lost in the shuffle, there may be years of hell to pay.

Why do we love the idea that people might be secretly working together to control and organise the world? Because we don't like to face the fact that our world runs on a combination of chaos, incompetence and confusion.

And nothing is more common than for men to be mistaken concerning their own state: many that are abominable to God, and the children of his wrath, think highly of themselves, as his precious saints and dear children. Yea, there is reason to think that often some that are most bold in their confidence of their safe and happy state, and think themselves not only true saints, but the most eminent saints in the congregation, are in a peculiar manner a smoke in God's nose.

obfuscating everything in sight

Oslo, Paris, Damascus . . . Oslo, Paris, Berlin, Damascus? If this was a game, he wasn't even on the playing field. He

Fuck you in the ass," said Skip. Looking for his trunks.

I'm not entirely sure who you are. I mean, you're not really a kid anymore and you're not an adult. ... So, you're going through all these changes, and I don't know who you'll be at the end of it.

This was wrong. She was undead. He was married. His

That's called terror. Its confusion and a little paranoia and a nice big dose of panic.

mean it could be," said Grandpa. "Really?" said Norm. "Might just be the thin end of the wedge, Norman." And what was that supposed to mean? thought Norm. Thin end of what flipping wedge? A wedge of cheese? What was it with flipping cheese today? Everyone

I was just rather fascinated by certain what seemed to me insoluble paradoxes about reflection, about what it was like to look in one direction and see in another. I was struck by the strange capability we have to look through the front window of a motor car and at the same time look through the driving mirror and not to confuse the view that one saw inside one frame with the view that surrounded it in another frame.

Show me a political system without machine politics, and I'll show you confusion, fragmentation, and a drift toward ungovernable extremism.

When everything is available, every lifestyle on offer, when all you have is freedom, but nothing to guide you in that freedom, "it's not so much that you lose the thread of the meaning of your life, you have trouble even staying focused on the question.

He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.

Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts.

I don't have a career, I don't have a family, and I don't know what to do next. I've been so determined to escape anything permanent, and now I just feel like I'm nowhere. And what if that's the permanent thing by default?

The life you build feels like the entire world, and when it's suddenly gone, the world doesn't make sense for a while. Or, in his case, ever again.

The cop looks annoyed, like we're giving him a headache. I want to explain everything to him that its really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

It's funny, because I did all of these interviews as soon as I had the baby, and they were asking questions, and I really didn't have an idea of anything, because I was so blurry.

Nobody had a sense of direction anymore, including himself. They were too dependent on screens.

I wish I knew what you were talking about," she returned. "Where's the pin?" "Pin?" "Yes. Pin. To fasten the diaper. The kid can't hold the thing up with two hands.

it's like the tenses of my life have got confused with who I am and who I used to be ... & perhaps we need other people to tell us who we are but my mother never really knew me.

Non resta che una cosa: pregare, perché le tenebre non si confondano con la luce