Quotes About Confusion

It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.

Jamie: You're acting like a crazy person, what's going on? Landon: Right now, you're straddling the state line. Jamie: OK... Landon: You're in two places at once.

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

People in pain don't always see things as clearly as they should

Nothing about this entire scenario made sense. But who cares? Once in a while, everyone was entitled to be a bit flaky, and now it was his turn.

Had she been in town, the two of them would have spent most of the day together, and she didn't want that. Then again, deep down, it was exactly what she wanted, leaving her more confused that she'd been in years.

You think you know me, but I'm not sure that even I know who I am anymore.

How do you explain something that you can't even understand yourself?

How can you explain something that you cant even understand yourself

There is something terrible in the moments after waking up, when the subconscious knows that something terrible has happened but before all the memories flash back in their entirety

It was any combination of a thousand things, she told herself, but it wasn't love. And

When I first moved to Los Angeles, I don't think anyone knew what to do with me.

I am 33 years old, and what can I have been doing that I still am in a muddle? But everyone else is, too; maybe our muddles are concurrent.

Part of my style was getting into a muddle. Audiences think that's part of the act. Sometimes it might be - but you have to guess which bits.

Mum and Dad sent us to a bilingual school, so we had half the lessons in English and half in French. But I remember being hugely lost.

Stuff that's hidden and murky and ambiguous is scary because you don't know what it does.

It's a murky world out there, and it's hard to figure things out sometimes.

So what are we given? We're also given, my generation, the disillusionment of our parents.

I know the feeling of confusion and betrayal. I know the feeling of fearing for my life.

I rather like mysteries. But I do dislike muddles.

I know there is much mystery, much question to what happened, and I must also say, many lies.

When I was 15, I was naive, looked like a grey mouse and felt second choice.

I confused things with their names: that is belief.

I'd lose my mind if I heard my kid call the nanny Mommy.