Quotes About Confusion

Numbers are the smallest unit of meaning I know. Words are the next largest unit of meaning, and in spite of the confusion they often bring, I admire their complexities. Words are almost as interesting as numbers. But it is safer not to use words unless you have to.

It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.

My reading, secluded in my room with the door shut, annoyed Mother. She constantly talked to me through the door and accused me of being snooty. I was not snooty. I was confused and unhappy, and wanted time to think without Mother telling me what to think.

She felt all churned up inside, as if she didn't know whether to cry or burst out of the house shouting, My mother and father had a fight!

Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides. Woods choke off views & leave you muddled & without bearings. They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs. Stand in a desert or prairie & you know you are in a big space. Stand in the woods and you only sense it. They are vast, featureless nowhere. And they are alive.

Confused and unable to help, my hair went into panic mode.

Ah," he said in a tone of genial wisdom, "a chancellor is rather like a bidet. Everyone is pleased to have one, but no one knows quite what they are for." A chancellor is nominally the head of a university, but in practice has no role, no power, no purpose.

We have only thermal sensors to guide us, which is why when you sit down on a wet spot, you can't generally tell whether it really is wet or just cold.

Hoping to settle the matter once and for all, in 1969 food scientists from all over the world convened at 'An Origin of Corn Conference' at the University of Illinois, but the debates grew so vituperative and bitter, and at times personal, that the conference broke up in confusion, and no papers from it were ever published.

Sometimes these differences in meaning take on a kind of bewildering circularity. A tramp in Britain is a bum in America, while a bum in Britain is a fanny in America, while a fanny in Britain is—well, we've covered that. To a foreigner it must seem sometimes as if we are being intentionally contrary.

If this seems confusing, you may take some comfort in knowing that it was confusing to physicists, too. Overbye notes: "Bohr once commented that a person who wasn't outraged on first hearing about quantum theory didn't understand what had been said." Heisenberg, when asked how one could envision an atom, replied: "Don't try.

In the first few days, I failed to distinguish between collar and color, khaki and car key, letters and lettuce, bed and bared, karma and calmer. Needing

Childe would almost certainly have been fascinated with Çatalhöyük because almost nothing about the place made sense.

Did all that really just happen or have I wandered into some kind of Dada exhibition?

I have been mistaken many times for Jane Torvill, on the ice and off.

There is something in what he said. English is a merry confusion of quirks and irregularities that often seem willfully at odds with logic and common sense.

A striking marker of just how confused nutrition advice can be was a finding by an advisory committee for the American Heart Association that 37 percent of American nutritionists rate coconut oil—which is essentially nothing but saturated fat in liquid form—as a "healthy food." Coconut oil may be tasty, but it is no better for you than a big scoop of deep-fried butter.

those befuddling networks of pedestrian subways that compel you to surface every few minutes like a gopher to see where you are.

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Well, I went back to see about it once Went back to straighten it out Everybody that I talked to had seen us there Said they didn't know who I was talking about —Bob Dylan, "Red River Shore" Most

Well, I went for a ride but I didn't find my car

We're a complacent society, hard to get riled up in the first place, and then when we do, it's misdirected.

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The confusion, that one so young - me it seems, because I remember - should be so damaged, that no one looked out for me or cared. And even now, I grin and mock myself out of fear. But I hold the truth aloft, a golden torch, sacred, because no one else dares to.