Quotes About Confusion

Online chatting, on the other hand, has been linked to symptoms of loneliness, confusion, anxiety, depression, fatigue, and addiction.

Twentieth-century philosophy is not unique in its ability to confuse puzzles with problems.

I wish I had coined the phrase 'tyranny of choice ' but someone beat me to it. The counterintuitive truth is that have an abundance of options does not make you feel privileged and indulged too many options make you feel like all of them are wrong, and that you are wrong if you choose any of them.

Sometimes what wishes do...especially the big, big wishes, is churn up all the confusion and longing that sloshes around forever inside of you.

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

I'd kissed him on the mouth, put my tongue in his mouth, and I knew that I did not know how to stop it. I had forgotten how to stop it.

Do you want to come in?" I asked, surprised at myself. "No," he said. I realized that I wanted him to come inside. Which surprised me even more.

That's not what I meant." "What?" "I want to know what you did with her." He looked at me. "Why?" he asked at last. "I don't know. So I can imagine it. So I can sleep." He started to speak, then stopped himself. Then he began again.

There's something I know but I don't know it yet. It's driving me nuts.

I don't know where I am. My mind races. I feel like if I started to run, I'd never stop.

Well. I don't know where to start. What to say. What to think.

The trees have a look of finding themselves in the wrong place, perhaps because they remember the river moving muddily behind the apple trees.

What the hell was she doing on the nonhostage side of a handgun?

God, I want her in my life," he said aloud. "What am I going to do, Wes?" No one answered.

She was kidding. Wasn't she? God, maybe she wasn't. "Help," he said to no one in particular as he followed her inside.

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna's hands, desirable by Peeta's confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

For the last year his grandma had been slipping in and out of reality. One minute she was as clear as a bell and the next she was calling him Simon. Who was Simon? He had no idea.

What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

dudo que se imaginen nuestro plan, ya que ni nosotros mismos lo entendemos bien.

and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.