Quotes About Confusion

Gratitude is so seldom found, and those who are most grateful cannot express it, are silent in their confusion, or ashamed, or sometimes seem ungracious just to conceal their feelings."..

But I don't really know where to go. I have no plans and no destination in mind - I feel I can't live in either of my two worlds...

I have always felt safest alone on the side of a hard-to-reach wall or a mountain. Although I understand that I could die in the mountains, I trust the hand of nature, and I know it will do me no harm. People seem to change and do confusing things. Places, on the other hand, I can count on.

I recently forced myself to read a book on quantum physics, just to try and learn something new. I was confused by the middle of the first sentence and it all went downhill from there. The only thing I can remember learning is that a parallel universe can theoretically be contained on the head of a needle. I don't really know what that means, but I am now more careful handling needles.

Most poetry just confounds me. I really want to like it, but I can't help thinking it's a hoax. (p. 24)

French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.

I thought that was you.

up to), she'd simply made a spectacle of herself. And the kicker was, she couldn't explain what had made her do what

She felt like she was breathing cotton.

She didn't know where she was, and there was nowhere for her to go, and for just one moment, sweat pouring down her face, she felt free.

As usual, the sock yarns have no idea what is going on.

How is it possible you have caught me off guard, he seemed to ask. Exactly where have I miscalculated the velocities, how have I misjudged the vectors?

For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life

In the absence of truth there is confusion, the essence of truth.

Truth I have no trouble with, it's the facts I get all screwed up.

Truth is eternal. Knowledge is changeable. It is disastrous to confuse them.

The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us; but he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. His attack is psychological, Damien. And powerful.

Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.

I don't know who I am, to tell you the truth.

I'm constantly searching for the truth amidst a sea of confusion and uncertainty.

For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

I've seen the truth, and it makes no sense.

Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.