Quotes About Confusion

When you are used to the kind of life of never getting anything you want, you stop knowing what it is you want.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

There are some things about myself I can't explain to anyone. There are some things I don't understand at all. I can't tell what I think about things or what I'm after. I don't know what my stregths are or what I'm supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I'm not such a wonderful human being.

Lo correcto, ¿qué diablos significa eso? ¿Me lo puedes explicar? A decir verdad, no sé muy bien qué es lo correcto. Lo que no es correcto sí lo sé, pero lo correcto, ¿qué es?

O sentimento era de esperança, misturado com uma série de outras emoções - excitação, resignação, confusão, medo -, e tanto interrompia de repente como acabava por esmorecer. Como quando somos arrebatados por um súbito optimismo, para logo a seguir termos a certeza de que tudo irá acabar mal. E é quase sempre o que acaba por acontecer.

Why? she screamed. Are you crazy? You know the English subjunctive, you understand trigonometry, you can read Marx, and you don't know the answer to something as simple as that? Why do you even have to ask? Why do you have to make a girl SAY something like this? I like you more than I like him, that's all. I wish I had fallen in love with somebody a little more handsome, of course. But I didn't. I fell in love with you!

She tried to think about anachronism—what it means in literature, what it indicates about our confusion regarding the nature of space, our own persistent perishing—but found she was unable to hold on to the thought.

Either way, modernity is doing something to us at a deeply fundamental level, and the fact that we don't understand it is alarming.

You know you're my best friend, right?' he said. I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at the parade, they would all hate me. Everything had been carefully choreographed, and me not being there would throw them all off. I realized that kids like Theo and me weren't supposed to have real friends. We were supposed to be all alone and confused. By being each other's friend, we were defying our laws of gravity.

We confused the indoors with intimacy and electric heating with connection. Every night seemed like the last night because we would all freeze to death shortly.

The cat looked at its paws and frantically back at its body, as if it had just been transformed into a cat and couldn't accept it.

How can I have put on 3 lbs. since the middle of the night? I was 130 when I went to bed, 128 at 4 a.m. and 131 when I got up. I can understand weight coming off—it could have evaporated or passed out of the body into the toilet—but how could it be put on? Could food react chemically with other food, double its density and volume, and solidify into even heavier and denser hard fat?

Die Dating-Welt ist ein verdammter Stellungskrieg, wo nur geblufft wird und niemand wirklich weiterkommt. Angeblich läuft alles nach bestimmten Spielregeln ab, aber so genau kennt die keiner - und deshalb spielt jeder nach den eigenen Regeln. Und weil du die Regeln des anderen nicht kennst, fällst du immer wieder auf die Schnauze. Woher sollst du sie auch wissen? Es sagt dir ja keiner was.

Where is the tuna? Where? Where?

The more vulnerable and the more confused the song is, the equal and opposite effect is how I feel after having written it.

Part of what confuses people in times of upheaval is that you're getting so many different points of view and directions and so and so, how to do this and do that. And a lot of it is written in a language that honestly most people cannot understand.

I feel that these stories are being written to articulate certain confusions and disappointments, and I do mean to shake up the reader, and I do hope they're on target.

Most of what I've written songs about are things that come out of the confusing emotional, spiritual and psychological period of time when you're going through puberty.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?

Sometimes a concept is baffling not because it is profound but because it is wrong.

I am very indecisive. I'm always afraid of making the wrong decision.

They were involved in a firefight and felt they were surrounded. Whether they escaped from that and were fleeing and went in the wrong direction, we don't know.

When I first discovered for myself the Celtic Twilight and read the earlier poems of Yeats and others, all was entirely incomprehensible to me. I groped through a mist of blurred meanings, stumbled through lines in which every accent seemed to be in the wrong place.