Quotes About Confusion

Viola felt as if she spent her life wading through a sea of ignorance, shallow but without a shore in sight.

The logic of a madman is a sane man's confusion.

When men think and believe in one set of symbols and act in ways which are contrary to their professed and conscious ideas, confusion and insincerity are bound to result.

I am utterly against those confused Olios, into which men put almost all kinds of meats and Roots.

They call me the confuser. Is he a man... is he a woman? Ooh, I'm not sure if I mind.

Insight into the two selves within a man clears up many confusions and contradictions. It was our understanding that preceded our victory.

Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

In the last two or three decades, there's been a feminization of the man in popular media that I've never really understood.

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

In fact I'm in too much of a mental muddle to know where I am - an idealist or not. I'm a mere man of letters, and I do what I can with those subjects.

I just don't get men. Mind you, I don't get me either.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

We men are fascinated by the things we don't really understand. It gives us something to think and talk about: like females, they drive us nuts.

I didn't follow the whole 'X-Men' story because it got too complicated. I'd pick up a comic book and have no idea what was going on.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

The elements were "seeking" each other in rage and confusion, and in the fury of the conflict boastful man was utterly humiliated, sucked down, drowned.

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

The notion that the colonel need be a better man than the private is as confused as the notion that the keystone need be stronger than the coping stone.

S'pose a man was to come to you and say Pollyvoo-franzy - what would you think?

Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.

I don't understand men. I don't even understand what I don't understand about men.

All my friends were girls. Then my mom's strident feminism for years where men were thought of as the enemy, I just didn't know what the right way to be a man was.

If he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn't good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him?