Quotes About Confusion

After that I couldn't show my face outside. I lost my identity and balance. I was still living with my parents, and they were my only friends. For so many people, this thing with the nurse was confirmation that I must be mad or mentally ill.

My so-called bad dress-sense phase happened when I was confused - I think I was taking advice all too often, without listening to my inner voice. Add to the fact that I was a little overweight; so every wrong 'outfit' got compounded all that much.

I think, basically, the music industry is scattered and in a mess. I think you've got lots of people that are so-called 'experts' that have no idea where it's headed.

The deeper I delved into the confused and confusing thicket of nutritional science, sorting through the long-running fats versus carbs wars, the fiber skirmishes and the raging dietary supplement debates, the simpler the picture gradually became. I learned that in fact science knows a lot less about nutrition than you would expect--that in fact nutrition science is, to put it charitably, a very young science.

As a culture," Pollan writes, "we seem to have arrived at a place where whatever native wisdom we may once have possessed about eating has been replaced by confusion and anxiety.

But what is good and what is bad? That has become increasingly confusing in this age of relativity. There seem to be no mores that are considered universal. Can that be so? Look at the Ten Commandments.

Men are most apt to believe what they least understand.

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

Unreality was swirling all around her like the delirious miasmas

These days, the bigger the company, the less you can figure out what it does. Time was when a car company made cars, a mining company dug mines. It's not like that anymore.

It made no sense, but nothing did at the moment, and at least this was a good crazy.

Él todavía estaba en condiciones de decidir, pero como solamente tenía 11 años, era su padre quien decidía por él. ¿Por qué, Señor, por qué el mundo se organizaba tan rematadamente mal?

Si la imaginación del hombre es tan débil que no acierta a inventar un garabato que diferencie claramente el cero de la O, Jacinto, todo ha de ser confusión, convéncete, porque hay mucha gente interesada en armarla (la confusión) porque de ella (de la confusión) sacan tajada los vivos, ¿te das cuenta?, y la única oportunidad de convivencia que se nos dio a los humanos, la Torre de Babel, la desperdiciamos bien tontamente.

What you pretend to be is so complicated that I don't even bother to try to understand it.

One little piece of misinformation can break down communication between people, causing every person it touches to become infected and contagious to others. Imagine that every single time others gossip to you, they insert a computer virus into your mind, causing you to think a little less clearly every time. Then imagine that in an effort to clean up your own confusion and get some relief from the poison, you gossip and spread these viruses to someone else.

Your mind is a dream where a thousand people talk at the same time, and nobody understands each other.

I was feeling as though my eyeballs had been scooped out, roughly polished with a sanding wheel, and then shoved back more or less into their right places. My head was full of gray cheese instead of brains.

Pikirkan 'nihareem' padang pasir, bidadari-bidadari iblis ini membingungkan pelancong yanh letih, membelokannya dari jalannya dengan lampu-lampu terang mereka pada malam hari. Tertipu, mengira dia telah menemukan sebuah kota atau penginapan, pasir yang luas, mati kehausan atau tenggelam dalam pasir hisap - Hakim Mehdad

Nick wasn't sure what he thought about

I'm never going to understand girls.

Tego jeszcze brakowaÅ'o!" - i od tej chwili myÅ›li Stiopy pobiegÅ'y dwutorowo, ale, jak to siÄ™ zwykle dzieje w chwili katastrofy, w jednym kierunku i w ogóle diabli wiedzÄ… dokÄ…d.

Ah, so?!' Ivan said, turning around with a wild and hunted look. 'Well, then… Goodbye!' And he rushed head first into the windowblind. The crash was rather forceful, but the glass behind the blind gave no crack, and in an instant Ivan Nikolaevich was struggling in the hands of the orderlies. He gasped, tried to bite, shouted: 'So that's the sort of windows you've got here!

Tout à coup on perd pied dans les ténèbres fangeuses du sommeil, mais un tressaillement, et on refait surface aussitôt.

Everything was in a mess in the Oblonskys