Quotes About Confusion

Who says I'm insane? Oh you're sane alright. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.

So what happens when your universe begins to get off balance, and you don't have any experience with bringing it back to center? All you can do is fight a losing battle, waiting for those walls to collapse, and your life to become one huge mystery ashtray.

There are two things you know. One: You were there. Two: You couldn't have been there.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

when something drastic happens, there's a lag time. It's not quite denial, and not quite shock, but more like a mental free fall.

You're confusing boredom with obsession.

I am lost in every possible way-Lev

Ils rient et parlent de choses auxquelles je ne comprends rien et je reste figé au milieu. Ils m'admirent, mais seulement comme on admire une chose dont on sait qu'elle est sur le point de disparaître.

Noncommittal is rampant among the committed.

My own head had become a treacherous place.

Why am I seeing a beach ball?

In the midst of their current helplessness, she felt empowered. How very strange.

Although I accepted her thanks graciously and felt good about it in the moment, I had trouble sleeping that night. To this day, I still can't understand why.

O Beauty! dost thou generate from Heaven or from Hell? Within thy glance, so diabolic and divine, Confusedly both wickedness and goodness dwell, And hence one might compare thee unto sparkling wine.

Il caos intero piombò in quell'intelligenza (tout le chaos ruola dans cette intelligence)

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

I could understand the moon leaning across a bar on skid row and asking for a drink, but I couldn't understand anything about myself, I was murdered, I was shit, I was a tentful of dogs, I was poppies mowed down by machine-gun fire I was a hotshot wasp in a web I was less and less and still reaching for something, and I thought of her corny remark a night or so ago: You have wounded eyes.

sometimes it's hard to know what to do.

I'm sorry, you see, I have no sense of direction. I've always had nightmares about getting lost. I believe I belong on another planet.

I love you but don't know what to do.

It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?

crawled like a blind slug into the web

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid.