Quotes About Confusion

Always him. Damn, what is the matter with me? Is it because I want somebody to orient myself about that I'm drawn to him, or am I drawn to him because he is exactly the sort of person I want to orient myself about?

surrounding hullabaloo.

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.

What the hell is tragedy? I am.

A bad dream. To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. A bad dream. I remembered everything.

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

Then something bent down and took hold of me and shook me like the end of the world. Whee-ee-ee-ee-ee, it shrilled, through an air crackling with blue light, and with each flash a great jolt drubbed me till I thought my bones would break and the sap fly out of me like a split plant. I wondered what terrible thing it was I had done.

I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

Kendimi koÅŸu yolu olmayan bir dünyada yaÅŸayan bir yar?? at? gibi hissediyordum.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions

I wasn't steering anything, not even myself

I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

This is not what I meant: Stucco arches, the banked rocks sunning in rows, Bald eyes or petrified eggs, Grownups coffined in stockings and jackets, Lard-pale, sipping the thin Air like a medicine.

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing

For you know only a heap of broken images

That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.

that's not what I meant at all... that's not it at all.

Thus with most careful devotion Thus with precise attention To detail, interfering preparation Of that which is already prepared Men tighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding.

Men tighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding, Reflecting a pocket-torch of observation Upon each other's opacity Neglecting all the admonitions From the world around the corner

Harry: "I tell you, it is not me you are looking at, Not me you are grinning at, not me your confidential looks Incriminate, but that other person, if person, You thought I was: let your necrophily Feed upon that carcase

While trying to extricate his car from the collision, Mr. Piper reversed into a shop-window. When challenged, Mr. Piper said: "I thought it was all open country about here

You do not know, You cannot know, you cannot understand.

Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images