Quotes About Confusion

WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW? 

Vimes woke in damp and utter darkness with sand under his cheek. Some parts of his body reported for duty, others protested that they had a note from their mother.

It must be powerful language if you canna make oout what the heel it's goin' on aboot!

Oh, there's plenty of reasons. I just don't know which one.

Humans are always slightly lost. It's a basic characteristic.

she was definitely feeling several twinkles short of a glitter...

Rincewind's feet made their own decision and, from the point of view of his head, got it entirely wrong.

They writes some bits o' their letters in them wee codies. That's a terrible thing tae do to a reader. It's hard enough readin' the normal words, wi'oot somebody jumblin' them all up.

If you ask 10 nomes to push four will pull and two will say pardon

It is very easy to get ridiculously confused about the tenses of time travel, but most things can be resolved by a sufficiently large ego.

The kicking and punching stopped only when it became apparent that all the mob was attacking was itself. And, since the IQ of a mob is the IQ of its most stupid member divided by the number of mobsters, it was never very clear to anyone what had happened.

Where's my daddy? Is that my daddy? It goes, I fink, derefore I am. I fink. It is Sergeant Detritus the troll! That's not my daddy!

One minute walking along, the next minute dead. Why? THINK OF IT BEING MORE... DIMENSIONALLY DISADVANTAGED. Yes. I know. Beano relaxed, and stopped wondering too much about events in an increasingly irrelevant world. Death found that people often did, after the initial confusion. After all, the worst had already happened. At least... with any luck.

You're hearing things said the voice in Rincewind's head.

Adalet bilimsel deneyler kadar net deÄŸildir. Bazen çok karma??kt?r ve gerçekler durumu iyice karma??klaÅŸt?r?r.

There's a hole in my pocket," Ringo puzzled. "Maybe that's the way out?

Goo-goo, g'joob!

She was so confused. No, she wasn't.

You know, I still don't know whether I loved him or hated him. Loved him, certainly, at first. And then hated him. And now? I don't know. . . . It's complicated.

For what am I now?' 'But a moment since, I was whole and one who could find delight in all things that were given me to do; but now I am as one who is lost and knows not his way.

Self-contemplation is a curse That makes an old confusion worse.

from The Auction I left my home with unencumbered will And all the rubbish of confusion sold.

It wasn't real conservatism at all, of course, but an unthought longing for the dear old days when one could predict what would be there tomorrow, if not next week. Unable to get the big picture, they welcomed the conveniences, the miniaturization of this and the speed of that, and then they were angrily confused when their support of these things changed their world.

For the first six or eight months at Juilliard I felt paralysed. I didn't know what I was doing.