Quotes About Confusion

I was a long time learning that wisdom and experience are things apart; that to taste life is not to be confused with understanding what life is really all about.

Confusion and impotence are the inevitable results when the wisdom and resources of the world are substituted for the presence and power of the Spirit.

I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure.

Thinking about sense-objects Will attach you to sense-objects; Grow attached, and you become addicted; Thwart your addiction, it turns to anger; Be angry, and you confuse your mind; Confuse your mind, you forget the lesson of experience; Forget experience, you lose discrimination; Lose discrimination, and you miss life's only purpose.

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there's no end in sight. I don't know what the fuck you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me.

Live Songs, he said, represented "a very confused and

He may have confused honor with with with ruthlessness.

Sometimes when you're confused, you push away the people you shouldn't. You're either afraid of being hurt or of hurting them.

Yes, I am confusing literature with life. I'm declaring my own ordinary life to be a work of literature.

Dame Catriona. Det fikk henne til å virke veldig viktig, men hun følte seg bare forvirret. For en utrolig ære å bli tildelt for en som hadde startet livet bakerst i en malt varietevogn.

in times of turmoil, people lose their taste for subtleties and their tolerance for ambiguity.

Every now and then I like to do as I'm told, just to confuse people.

But that age; remember that age? They're not the same. They don't put things together. That's why half of what they do looks full-on certifiable, to you or me or any sane adult. Things don't make sense, when you're that age; you don't make sense. You stop expecting to.

All my signposts had gone up in one blinding, dizzying explosion [...] none of the scenery looked familiar anymore.

It looked vaguely, frustratingly familiar, but I couldn't tell whether this was because I actually remembered it or because I knew I should.

I was twelve, after all, an age at which kids are bewildered and amorphous, transforming overnight, no matter how stable their lives are;

Obviously I wasn't about to rise to that one. "I'd only get mixed up and end up telling you about Mary Barber or someone. I can't think straight today. I keep . . ." I shoved lasagna bits aimlessly around my plate. "Never mind.

I think it's just your basic teenage debris.

I'm confused by the idea that you shouldn't go into a pub and do anything that might be bad for you,

Often the discrepancy works for us: people don't know who to worry about, the little girl with the gun or the big guy apparently without, and the distraction of deciding keeps them off balance.

Every sunny familiar spot in our shared landscape had become a dark minefield, fraught with treacherous nuances and implications.

What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.

Fitzroy, what is this shit?" "Henry, please, not Fitzroy.