Quotes About Confusion

most people didn't experience "the sixties" until the seventies. Which meant, logically, that most people in the sixties were still experiencing the fifties—or, in my case, bits of both decades side by side. Which made things rather confusing.

But what helps? What do we need to know? Not everything. Everything confuses. Directness also confuses. The full-face portrait staring back at you hypnotises. Flaubert is usually looking away in his portraits and photographs. He's looking away so that you can't catch his eye; he's also looking away because what he can see over your shoulder is more interesting than your shoulder.

Yes it was, but as I said, it depended on where—and who—you were. If you'll excuse a brief history lesson: most people didn't experience "the sixties" until the seventies. Which meant, logically, that most people in the sixties were still experiencing the fifties—or, in my case, bits of both decades side by side. Which made things rather confusing.

But time Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how time first grounds us and then confounds us.

He became nervous, things blurred in his mind, and he would sometimes make a decision simply in order to have the matter settled rather than because he knew what he wanted.

She feels a great pang of loss, an unexpected welling of sorrow mixed with confusion.

I've either been in love a dozen times or never. I can't tell.

Finally she said, When I grow up, I'm going to live out here. I'll probably be a Miss Somebody, too... Don't grow up, I told her. It only gets more confusing.

Sorry . . . thank you. Good night," she said finally. She pivoted and headed for the house. He stared blankly. Thank you, good night? Like she was Lynyrd Skynyrd, and he was a San Francisco crowd?

I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.

He was so damned happy to see her, he frowned. She smiled back.

You're the most confusing woman," he whispered on a sigh. "God help me, I do love you, though.

were you going to take her?" Liam asked. "I didn't know. I was just supposed to get her and then call for a location to

And that was when he knew for sure: No one was in charge. No one at all. As he'd suspected, there was very definitely no plan.

You cannot change what you cannot make sense of.

I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act.

Suicide is an escape from life. What is life? An escape from death. This means that each of us must die twice. There is the death waiting us ahead, and the death that comes pursuing us from behind. Your trouble is that you're confused, Once you are free at least from the death that comes pursuing you, you can relax and enjoy life as you go along.

You can't force yourself into something you can't understand, you know.

Casele, plutind în lumina vag? a l?mpilor aprinse, alc?tuiau un labirint de piedici ÅŸi de poteci, întret?iate de-a lungul unicei piste a fugii lui.

When one is advised that something is black and white at the same time, it would be better to have no advice at all.

I do not really understand. What was happening inside you? I did not have a clue.

I could make nothing of the terribly vague answers I got, which I could believe or doubt as I liked.

He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.

Somehow she felt hollow, as though her heart was wrenched away from her. She didn't realize it. She hadn't expected it. She loved Fallon.