Quotes About Confusion

Randy held out the koosh. "What is it?" "I have no idea," Donna said. "Your asshole scrubber?

Women think the people that I play are smoldering and dangerous. I look in the mirror, and I go, 'I don't get it.'

I think of myself as quite a confused kind of person, because I think there's so many great things about the world, but there are so many awful things too. I feel very guilty a lot of the time about enjoying my life so much when there are people living in such misery.

A lot of things get misinterpreted with me, I guess.

Melodrama and melodramatic are not the same thing, and often people make the mistake of confusing the two.

When I was a kid, I was always mistaken for a girl.

When I lived in New York, never in my life had I been more mistaken for another than David Chang.

Incredibly, I've been mistaken for Kylie Minogue many times. People look at me, and you can see them thinking, 'She's somebody - but I don't know who.'

Yes, I made mistakes by rebelling, by acting out in confused ways.

A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

Some misunderstandings are hard to cure.

I do get a lot of mail. I get a lot of foreign mail because my mail gets mixed with Emilio Estevez.

I'm not good with words, and I get mixed up.

It's funny, but people still get us mixed up. They come up to me and say, 'Gee, we still remember how great you were with Wally Berry in 'The Champ' and I have to tell them that was Jackie Cooper.'

I don't understand what modern clothes are about at all.

Masculine ideals have become very confused in the modern world.

Kids love the Hulk, but they're not really sure: 'Is he a monster or is he a hero?'

He has so often told me he is madly in love with me, but what does that mean when I haven't had a good word from him in three months?

For he had learned some of the things that every man must find out for himself, and he had found out about them as one has to find out --through error and through trial, through fantasy and illusion, through falsehood and his own damn foolishness, through being mistaken and wrong and an idiot and egotistical and aspiring and hopeful and believing and confused.

And as they sat there more quietly now, swarming pity rose in them—not for themselves, but for each other, and for the waste, the confusion, the groping accident of life.

He wanted to say to her that we are all savage, foolish, violent, and mistaken; that, full of our fear and confusion, we walk in ignorance upon the living and beautiful earth, breathing young, vital air and bathing in the light of morning, seeing

My whole life seemed to spill out into the river, swirling away from me, everything I had ever been or ever wanted to be. I couldn't get my breath; I couldn't stay afloat; I couldn't tell which way to swim.

His brain had the bends.