Quotes About Confusion

Love is substance; Lust, illusion. Only in the surge of passion do the two mingle in confusion.

You say you're sure? Sure that you're in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?

I'm lucky enough to occasionally be able to do something I love - write poems - and unlucky enough that what I love confuses and overwhelms me.

She's so in love with me, she doesn't know anything. That's why she's in love with me.

When you are having trouble making a decision or are at a crossroads in your life and are confused about which path to take, cry out to God and ask for His guidance.

I wanted to escape from love, but didn't know how.

I like my ladies lady-ish, feminine so to speak. I love jeans and hoodies, but the idea of being an ultimate tomboy does slightly confuse me.

Cause I shouldn't feel this way... Catch me I'm falling for you... and I don't know what to do.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

It's always difficult to tell someone when they're still in love with someone that I think they're going in the wrong way.

It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.

In every song I write, whether it's a love song or a political song or a song about family, the one thing that I find is feeling lost and trying to find your way.

I've got the long hair and kind of androgynous look. It's love-hate; it's sexy, but not sexy. So it's either you get it or you don't.

Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

I love playing confused, broken characters.

I'm driven. I am. I'm driven for some reason. But I don't know where I'm going.

Disharmony prevails when you confuse Lust with LOVE, while the distance between the two is endless!

One of these days, you're going to fall in love with some guy, and you're not going to know what to do with yourself.

Then I'm telling it wrong." "Bad?" "Yes. Divorce shouldn't be friendly. It just makes everything that much more confusing

I sift through the jumble of emotions she evokes in me, trying exactly to isolate what it is I feel for her, which is like untying a severely knotted rope, where all you end up with is more knots in a different configuration.

It's hard to know where to start. 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. All you can ever really know is that it's wrapped around you, sometimes a little tighter than you'd like. But clearly there have been some mistakes. Bad ones. You can tell that just by looking at him.

What the bloody motherfucking hell happens now? I checked my watch, the white-gold Rolex Cosmograph Daytona Jen had bought me for my thirtieth birthday. I'd been fine with the Citizen I wore, missed it, actually, when she gave me this bulky piece of showy hardware, but things like that were important to Jen. She'd taken to the suburbs like an actress getting into character for a new role, and she was always determined that we both look the part.