Quotes About Confusion

Finding the occasional straw of truth awash in a great ocean of confusion and bamboozle requires intelligence, vigilance, dedication, and courage. But if we don't practice these tough habits of thought, we cannot hope to solve the truly serious problems that face us --- and we risk becoming a nation of suckers, up for grabs by the next charlatan who comes along.

He had a natural appetite for the wonders of the Universe. He wanted to know about science. It's just that all the science had gotten filtered out before it reached him. Our cultural motifs, our educational system, our communications media had failed this man. What the society permitted to trickle through was mainly pretense and confusion. It had never taught him how to distinguish real science from the cheap imitation. He knew nothing about how science works.

Isn't it confusing to have the same name as that scientist guy?" It took me a moment to understand. Was he pulling my leg? Finally, it dawned on me. "I am that scientist guy," I answered. He paused and then smiled. "Sorry. That's my problem. I thought it was yours too.

Finding the occasional straw of truth awash in a great ocean of confusion and bamboozle requires vigilance, dedication, and courage. But if we don't practice these tough habits of thought, we cannot hope to solve the truly serious problems that face us - and we risk becoming a nation of suckers, a world of suckers, up for grabs by the next charlatan who saunters along.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself

Why youth seems to be my only requisite for beauty now is beyond me.

She pulls upright, wiping her face 'But that's another one of those clichés I don't get. The light. I feel it sometimes. It makes sense that you have to beat back the darkness, but I just don't understand why there's darkness in the first place. Sometimes I feel like the world has fractured into a million pieces and they're closing in on me, and I have to push each piece back with my hands and my feet and my head to keep it from squeezing me to death.

All those men had died for some senseless reason, died perhaps without ever knowing exactly what they had fought to accomplish.

Hindsight should have lent clarity to his actions; it did not. Rather, he felt a lingering sense of confusion. Everything seemed to jumble together in his mind--all the disparate incomplete reasoning, all the emotions that intertwined and colored. They would not sort themselves out for him; they would not arrange themselves in a neat orderly fashion. They merely shuffled about like stray sheep and he chased after them hopelessly.

Eppure, si nascondeva nella sua mente confusa la convinzione di poter superare tutti quegli ostacoli apparentemente insormontabili.

His world was a confusing and treacherously shifting ground, and he did not see that he had any better way to deal with it than simply to keep marching on. It

Richard clenched the strip in his fist. "It's some kind of riddle. I hate riddles.

I hate magic, Berdine muttered. It makes no sense.

Zedd knelt beside her, his head bowed. "I pledge my life in the defense of the Seeker." Richard stood gripping the Sword of Truth in his hand, eyes wide in breathless bewilderment. "Zedd," he whispered, "what in the name of everything good is a Seeker?

What are you babbling about?" one of the other Sisters asked, not concerned with what they saw as a dusty aphorism.

She shook her head with a sigh. "You talk like a drunk man walks: in every direction but where he be headed." She

You talk like a drunk man walks: in every direction but where he be headed.

Trevor wondered if anyone in the outside world could even guess at the horror of working in the Planning Department

Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate. People are always a little confused about this, as they are in the case of miracles. When someone is saved from certain death by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that's a miracle. But of course if someone is killed by a freak chain of events -- the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken just there -- that must also be a miracle. Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.

He's out of his depth on a wet pavement.

WHERE'S MY COW?! IS THAT MY COW?! HRRRUUUUGGGH!!!! THAT'S NOT MY COW! THAT'S A HIPPOPOTAMOUS!

Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.

The four lesser apocalyptical horsemen of Panic, Bewilderment, Ignorance, and Shouting took control of the room

The Departure Aria, a very important and romantic song - This damn door sticks, This damn door sticks It sticks no matter what I do. It is marked 'pull' and indeed I am pulling Perhaps it should be marked 'push'?