Quotes About Confusion

My pulse quickened. Was I? Gay, I mean? If so, what was I doing with Seth? Maybe I was bi. That would explain it. An open heart, willing to give and accept love wherever it came from. The feelings, the stirring, the awakening senses with Cece, though, I'd never experienced those with Seth. With any guy. (Chapter.12)

She was in me, in my blood, invading every cell in my body. She was the one I wanted. She was the one I saw, felt, desired. This was wrong. He was wrong. It was all so wrong.

I already know you´re gay" he said. "You don´t even know what that means." "It means you love Sarah.

The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.

He had the strange sensation of not knowing who he was, of having traveled off the map of his own existence.

Because the man who stood there before us was not our father. He was somebody else, a stranger who had been sent back in our father's place. That's not him, we said to our mother, That's not him, but our mother no longer seemed to hear us..."Did you..." she said. "Every day," he replied. Then he got down on his knees and he took us into his arms...

I felt like a Jane Austen heroine all of a sudden, confusedly looking on at all the people she loves, their myriad unpredictable couplings and uncouplings. There would be no marriages at the end of this Austen novel, though, no happy endings, no endings at all. Just jokes and friendships and romances and delicious declarations of independence.

You know that dejection that comes upon you when you realize that the person you're talking to might as well be from Jupiter, for all the chance you have of making them get what you're saying? I hate that.

En algún lugar debe haber un basural donde están amontonadas las explicaciones. Una sola cosa inquieta en este justo panorama: lo que pueda ocurrir el día en que alguien consiga explicar también el basural.

Explanation is a well-dressed error.

no toda recaída va de arriba abajo, porque arriba y abajo no quieren decir gran cosa cuando ya no se sabe donde se está.

En realidad nosotros somos como las comedias cuando uno llega al teatro en el segundo acto. Todo es muy bonito pero no se entiende nada. Los actores hablan y actúan no se sabe por qué, a causa de qué. Proyectamos en ellos nuestra propia ignorancia, y nos parecen unos locos que entran y salen muy decididos.

Por la mañana, obstinados todavía en la duermevela que el chirrido horripilante del despertador no alcanzaba a cambiarles por la filosa vigilia, se contaban fielmente los sueños de la noche. Cabeza contra cabeza, acariciándose, confundiendo las piernas y las manos, se esforzaban por traducir con palabras del mundo de fuera todo lo que habían vivido en las horas de tiniebla

respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio.

Imaginarla así hace tanto bien, Liliana durmiendo, Liliana al término del túnel negro, sintiendo confusamente que el hoy está cesando para volverse ayer, que esa luz en los visillos no será ya la misma que golpeaba en pleno pecho...

que sigue es peor, no que sea malo porque ahí nada es ninguna cosa precisa; justamente el caos, la confusión resolviéndose en un falso orden: el infierno y sus círculos.

Insistió, queriendo alguna certidumbre y sin saber cómo plantear una materia que le resbalaba de las palabras y las ideas.

Who the hell set things up like this?

but once you start doubting,it's hard to know what to believe.

Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him.

You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced - like totally utterly convinced - that the world was going to blow itself to pieces.

In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion.

I always hated obvious dreams like that. I still do.

When he decided they weren't police, he realized he'd been thinking maybe they were.