Quotes About Confusion

Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know where to put it.

What a mess the world is in. It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

And what am I to do? Well, that depends. Do you like the girl? Like her? I don't know. How do you know if...? It's very simple. Do you look at her furtively and feel like biting her? Biting her? On her backside, for example.

Néha, nehéz körülmények között, összetévesztheti az ember az együttérzést a szerelemmel.

The preceding months had been the most bewildering in my strange friendship with Clara. I hardly ever read to her anymore. Clara would systematically avoid being left on her own with me.

I'm not sure whether to thank you or report you to the police," he said at last.

I'm not sure whether to thank you or report you to the police

in that stupid and fatal way some men imagine they love a woman they can't tell apart from an apparition.

Un cazador debe comprender que, en un momento crítico de la cacería, el papel de la presa y el del cazador se confunden. La caza, la caza de verdad, es un duelo entre iguales. Uno no sabe quién es de verdad hasta que derrama sangre

Basing your identity on sexuality is like building a house on a foundation of pudding. - D. Travers Scott

Today, for me, her gender seemed a null, a promise, a projection screen; neither masculine nor feminine, or perhaps both at once?—but no less erotically powerful or compelling for the confusion I felt when I looked at her.

Land. It means having the self-esteem to recognize that the discomfort or confusion that a person feels is actually directing him to take charge of his life and make choices that will break him out of stagnation or misery.

Her head started spinning, thinking about a date with Rhett O'Donnell. I need to go fishing and clear my mind, she thought. I've always been in love with Tanner, and now Rhett is in the picture. I had trouble handling one secret cowboy. Two is one cowboy too many.

You are trying to take my mind off the coming announcement and I appreciate it, but all that alphabet soup stuff confuses me. You do realize that I am a very natural blonde, don't you?" "You don't get to play that blondie card with me, darlin'. I already know how smart you are.

like Gert is here, but . . ." She couldn't find the words to finish.

That was the way things were. It was like she was mad all the time. Not how a kid gets mad quick so that soon it is all over - but in another way. Only there was nothing to be mad at. Unless the store. But the store hadn't asked her to take the job. So there was nothing to be mad at. It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want—I want—I want—was all that she could think about—but just what this real want was she did not know. After

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want—I want—I want—was all that she could think about—but just what this real want was she did not know.

Their hearts began to swell with the pity that one feels for a fellow being who has lost both his way and his sense of purpose.

I'm all mixed up inside. It's like—I don't know—like an ignition of some kind. one minute, I'm fine, and the next I'm losing it.

Of course, in these racial passion plays, though the "good guys" might have been either black or white, the villains were nearly always white. It was tricky for the majority of blacks during the antebellum era to separate friend from foe. As one African American confided: "They [whites] was all . . . devils and good people walking in the road at the same time, and nobody could tell one from t'other."4

He heard him speak some words, but he couldn't make out what they were; he then saw him bend and kiss her, not on the cheek but on the lips. Then Mrs Carver's voice from