Quotes About Confusion

Adam first, Eve next, and also, confused about her role, the first outlaw?

He sighed over the problem: a furnace seldom needed in that climate seemed as confused about its workings as he was.

Maureen appeared at my elbow, and the boys seemed reluctant to continue under her springtime eyes so wide with interest. They buckled in confusion, not willing to beat up three girls under her watchful gaze. So they listened to a budding male instinct that told them to pretend we were unworthy of their attention.

This was the closest anybody in Iraq came to finding WMDs. Even though it was obvious to me and my staff that there was no way the vans could have produced biological weapons, a month after we got the photos, the CIA published a twenty-eight-page pamphlet insisting that was what they were for. …I was bewildered - Colin Powell

She felt so confused by the gap between what she thought and what was expected of her that she could not speak. Perhaps it was better not to, until she was more sure of what she wanted to say. That way her words could not be twisted and flung back at her. Silence was a powerful tool at Meeting, clearing the way to God. Perhaps now it would allow Honor to be heard.

Elle se sentait tellement déconcertée par la contradiction existant entre ce qu'elle pensait et ce qu'on espérait d'elle qu'elle était incapable de parler. Peut-être valait-il mieux qu'elle se taise, en attendant d'être plus sûre de ce qu'elle voulait dire. Ainsi ses paroles ne pourraient-elles être déformées et lui être renvoyées à la figure.

Tinker wrote neatly, though his spelling was not good, Ruth's recipes would never fail for confusion between 'add sugar' and 'seethe', but Jane's writing looked like an intoxicated inky spider had staggered across the page on the way to the bar for another drink. Which it really didn't need.

As I said to that policeman, I don't know. I've

rummaging furiously in a mind which appeared to have entirely lost its card index....

Pandemonium reigned.

I can't do it, Gideon! I can't make out the way you kiss me one moment and then act as if you loathed me like poison the next!" Gideon said, after a brief pause, "I'd much rather be kissing you the whole time than loathing you, but you don't exactly make it easy for me.

I hate all these crazy verbs, using a subjunctive to get what's happened in the future and the past mixed up.

Raz stretnem dobre vyzerajúceho chlapa a akurát musím by? opitá ako ?ík. ?o je vlastné ?ík? A pre?o je sústavne opitý? Musím si to nájs? na internete.

I wanted to hate someone, but I didn't know who. I was no where and everywhere. I was lost.

Los agujeros son engañosos. No sabes si estás dentro de uno hasta que ya has salido.

I'm not sure what happened to me over the last few days. I lost myself, I think. I sank down into a hole for a while. They're tricky things, holes. You don't know you're in one until you get out.

It's like the difference between a well-constructed ball of string and a raggedy old pile of knots. With the ball of string you can get hold of one end, slowly unravel it and eventually you'll find out where it comes from. But with the pile of knots you pull on one and the whole things moves at once. . . . The austere simplicity of fiction versus the tangled wool of fact. Who said that? Einstein again? . . . Or did I?

If you are confused by the underlying principles of quantum technology – you get it!

Somebody hates vampires, Mr. Chambeaux, but I have no idea who or why. Haven't they read Twilight?

today. Stephanie hadn't known how to respond to it.

You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.

She had the right church, but the wrong pew.

The deck appeared to be nothing more than a jumble of ropes and lines. The vessel was filled with objects that seemed to have no discernible purpose. Even the sailors appeared like aliens. They dressed their scarred, often disfigured bodies in strange clothing, ran around the deck barefoot, or scampered aloft like monkeys as they mouthed words that might as well have been Greek:

That stage in life when older people assume that just because you've graduated college you know who you are, or what you're doing, and in fact most people don't.