Quotes About Confusion

What's with you now, Kanda? I thought you weren't interested in me!" "I'm not. At all!

It made no sense to him, this idea that some people got God and some people didn't.

I might be confused sometimes in my head but it is not something you need to talk about. Before you can talk you have to line it all up in order and I had rather just let it swirl around until I am too tired to think. You just let the motion in your head wear you out. Never think about it. You just make a bigger mess that way.

Like the servants, we, his children, were beneath him, and so we were left oftentimes standing with his lies in our hands like baffling presents, not knowing what we were to do with this collection of things, his words, whether they should be used or displayed or hidden like a broken toy in a corner of the nursery armoire." -- Emma Garnet on describing her father, page 2

When you wander in the dark too long, you start to see things that aren't really there.

I can follow pretty much every programming language out there, I can make a two-hundred-year-old diary out of some really nasty ingredients, I can even make sense out of the instruction booklets that come with IKEA furniture, but I can*not* make heads or tails of this nonsense right here.

I also talk a lot in Deeper Reading about the importance that confusion plays. When my students come to me, they think confusion is bad. They are wrong. Confusion is the place where learning occurs.

You have to be confused," Dudley Herschbach, the Nobel Prize-winning chemist from Harvard, confessed, "before you can reach a new level of understanding anything." In many disciplines, especially

THE ULTIMATE METAPHYSICAL SECRET, if we dare state it so simply, is that there are no boundaries in the universe. Boundaries are illusions, products not of reality but of the way we map and edit reality. And while it is fine to map out the territory, it is fatal to confuse the two.

Can you make a wrong turn when you don't know where you're going?

Most folks remember who they used to be, but they got no idea who they are right now.

There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out

Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere... Nope, no weapons over there... Maybe under here.

A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.

What is the reason that, where'er I go, A sad sensation--not exactly woe, Though still sometimes approaching wretchedness, A wish for something that I can't express, A recklessness as to my future lot, Existence wanting--wanting--don't know what, Should weigh me down? When I Bonabben question, He answers shortly that "it's indigestion.

You cannot teach beginners top-down programming, because they don't know which end is up.

I can't decide whether I'm a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I'm a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that's how I know I'm a woman!

In a self-betraying condition, how we present ourselves unavoidably becomes of the focus of our concern, and we mistakenly confuse it with how we really are.

We have let the house our fathers built fall into decay, and now we try to break into Oriental palaces that our fathers never knew. Anyone who has lost the historical symbols and cannot be satisfied with substitutes is certainly in a very difficult position today: before him there yawns the void, and he turns away from it in horror. What is worse, the vacuum gets filled with absurd political and social ideas, which one and all are distinguished by their spiritual bleakness.

This is an aspect of the modern "cultural" mind that is well worth looking into. It shows an alarming degree of dissociation and psychological confusion.

I don't know why it is that alcohol and tobacco are now bad, but jolts of caffeine are suddenly good. It is beyond me, and it makes me feel old.

Monica had never been blessed with a road map. Her own parents had not provided one, certainly not for a situation like this. She always envied those who seemed to have a map, a plan, a destination, something inside that provided a framework. In times of confusion and despair, she had little to fall back on and no one to call on for advice or support. Certainly not her mother. And who knew where her father was? It

That goon didn't know fishing from cathedral architecture!

God. Her husband was in love with another woman. This man she'd thought was her partner, her lover, her friend was really a stranger. For months he'd been lying, sneaking around behind her back…