Quotes About Confusion

but everything was a fog. When she tried to focus on a single

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions.

I'm staring into chocolate eyes. although my brain is clouded and I'm dizzy, I know enough to register that chocolate is the opposite of blue. I don't want blue. Blue confuses me too much. Chocolate is straight-forward, easier to deal with.

I let it all out--my mom's date,my dad's conversation,my confusion about it all.Caleb doesn't laugh,he doesn't pull away,he doesn't talk .. He just lets me be me. When I settle down,I lean back and witness the mess I've made on his shirt."I made ur shirt all gross," I say between sniffles. "Forget the shirt.What's going on? I could.nt understand a word you mumbled into my chest." Now I'm half laughing and half crying.

Nikki looks at me, confused. "What's wrong?" I've got a gun stashed in my closet. "Nothin'.

His high school girlfriend. I caught them in the act." "You caught them having sex at Homestyle Buffet?" Carlos chimes in, confused and maybe a little amused.

That shouldn't have happened," she says, throwing back her shoulders in a stance as stiff as a statue's. "What? The kiss or you likin' it so much?

Leopardi aveva ragione: gli Italiani sono alla pari dei popoli più progrediti tranne che per due aspetti fondamentali: l'alfabetizzazione e una totale confusione delle idee

As God as my judge, I don't know where I went wrong!

Truth comes out of error more readily than out of confusion.

I'm called Little Buttercup—dear little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why.

Here's a pretty state of things!Here's a pretty how-de-do!

I'm so boy-crazy. It's like I don't even know what's wrong with me. I love boys.

What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and 'going' with this girl, 'Is this true love?'

Pity is like lust ... both like to masquerade as love and it's powerfully hard to know the difference when you're in the throes of it.

Well, love is confusing at all ages, but especially when you're 17.

I write to understand my circumstances, to sort out the confusion of reality, to exorcise my demons. But most of all, I write because I love it!

What is going on with you?" she says, shaking her head and pushing me away. "What's up with all the love and affection? I mean, you of all people, you of the eternal iPod-hoodie combo.

As a teenager and even still now being 21, it's always love questions - it's always so confusing.

When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.

I don't know what love means.

Why do we love love when love seems to hate us?

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.