Quotes About Confusion

You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

Unable to understand why you think so, when you chose a different path.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don't know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.

All that time tying herself up in knots because she simply couldn't think of a good reason not to be with him

Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of such glorious confusion.

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

Death doesn't happen instantly. For a little while, you hover around your body, confused. What you want more than anything is to go home, to be safe, to know you're okay. But my life was over.

I'm a screwed-up person who no longerknows how to communicate with the people I love. But I meant everything I told you in my letter.

Although pride and obsession can feel like love, I guess.

She's familiar. My only familiar thing in a world of inconsistency and confusion.

Lying on my bed, my brain cyclones with thoughts of men and boys and boys and men. All making the wrong choices.

I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I'm in two lives, two worlds, two places.

I have to be honest he was more than a friend to me, I don't know why, but I found myself having feelings for him.~once again...life goes on~

Why?" She asked in a confused whisper. "Out of all the women in the world, why did you choose this mortal?""Because fate drove me to you.

All of the reasons we decided to part, elude me now.

I need to make sense of it - to understand how I could care this much and why I can't let go…

Do you love him?"How would I know?"You'd know.

The part of something is missing and the remaining part is itself not able to explain what part is missing.

A Red Riding Hood out of her depths in the woods of socialism

What a mess you've made of the simplest of subjects, Della.

I slept cause she cheated. She slept cause I cheated! WTF! We Need? Let's buy a loyal bed.

My heart is schizophrenic.

If you are looking for love under rocks or bringing home water moccasins, you might be confusing love and pain.