Quotes About Confusion

Some days are a total "What the hell was I thinking?

we are in one of those great historical periods that occur every 200 or 300 years when people don't understand the world anymore, and the past is not sufficient to explain the future

If you're not confused, you're not paying attention.

This human experience has gone awry.

It was us, I thought. Jamie and me. We had fallen down a rabbit hole, fallen into Susan's house, and nothing made sense, not at all, not anymore.

I kept traveling down the road. And everywhere it was the same. What was my name, who were my people? What was I supposed to say? That my father is the president, and my mother is his slave?

I don't know what to say,' she said after a pause. 'I don't want to tell you a lie, and I don't know the truth.' It was maybe the most honest thing anyone had ever said to me.

A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.

A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.

You are a very dangerous woman, Serenity. (Morgan) Me? (Serenity) Aye. And the worst part is, you don't even know why. (Morgan)

He tried to keep on the right side of power, tried to be loyal to so many things that he himself couldn't tell which one of his selves was the authentic, if any.

If by now you're a little confused, don't be too hard on yourself. Life is confusing, and anyone who claims that she has all the answers has probably uncovered the wrong ones.

Where am I?" mumbled Luz. "You're tied up in a homicidal smuggler's haunted mansion," I informed her. "I remember now. My mom's going to be pissed.

Oh dear. I don't think I'm explaining this very well. I wish I could remember what Mother said when she told me—it made sense then." Light dawned. "You mean—the visitor? The little man who sweeps you out?" "What?" Shyly Norah told Flo what Aunt Florence had said. "No wonder you didn't understand! What a stupid way to tell you.

Sakaki and Osaka lying on towels at the beach) ... Osaka: You know them Hemmorrhoids... Sakaki: ...Eh? =-O Osaka: Some folks call 'em "Hemorrhoids", but others call 'em "Roids". Why does the one not have an "H" in it? Which one's right? Sakaki: ...... Osaka: Would it be under "H" or "R" in the dictionary? Sakaki: ...I don't know. =/

The journey of life is confusing, you can always see where you have come from but you can't see where you are going.....Its blurred.

Man is deeply vulnerable when faced with overwhelming evil. Instead of consolidating his energy to fight it, he wastes valuable time and effort puzzling over it, insisting it is not, cannot possibly be, what it seems.

Let me get this straight. The man with the gun says stay in your seat and you take that to mean jump around the room like demented grasshoppers.

If a man believed he was Hitler, did you send him to the barber for a short back and sides? – 'Teething Problems

We knew what we were against. We just didn't know what we were for.

There was a little smile on his mouth—the mouth that had been kissing hers. Otherwise, he was incommunicado. "Liam?" she said again, more loudly this time. Nada. He was out cold. Down for the count. She straightened abruptly. Face was burning, joints buzzing with adrenaline, chest filled with helium. Liam Murphy had kissed her. And he'd fallen asleep in the middle of it. She didn't know whether to burst into song or kick something.

Bryce was a typical man—he didn't know what he needed; he just knew what he liked.

Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.

Weten is verschrikkelijk, maar niet weten is nog veel erger