Quotes About Confusion

The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs? -Clary, pg.266-

He knew what 'I love you' meant, and he knew it was good, but he didn't understand why it was an explanation for anything.

He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. "I do not know who to be without him.

So, technically," Simon said, "even though Jace isn't actually related to you, you have kissed your brother.

Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?

What's your name, then? "Tessa looked at him in disbelief. "What's my name?" "Don't you know it?

And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness—what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn't even know he was one?

Somebody's girlfriend," she said. "Somebody's sister, somebody's daughter. All these things I never knew I was before, and I still don't really know what I am.

Teenagers," said Luke, as if it were the filthiest word he knew.

Clary?" Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. "You do—you still love me, don't you?" "I love Jace Lightwood," she said. "I don't know who you are.

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. She is gone, and they cannot track her, and I have no idea where to go or what to do next, and the only person I can imagine speaking my agony to is the one person who cannot know.

Simon's love life was complicated, but there was a pang, just for a moment, for this woman talking graphic novels with him. Ah, well. Tessa Gray, foxy nerd, was probably dating someone already.

The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't." - Clary

Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories.

But what about Isabelle?" Simon asked. "What do I do?" "I have no idea," said Jace. "So you just came here to torture me and talk about yourself?" Simon demanded. "Oh, Simon, Simon, Simon," said Jace. "You may not remember, but that's kind of our thing.

I'm in an on-off relationship at the moment.

The discussion about how she was in Arizona stalking her birth mother, whose name she'd gotten on the duplicate birth certificate she'd ordered because she'd lost her original, should really happen in person, but that was impossible right now. Oh, what a tangled web...

She was falling for him again. Head over heels. That was probably the worst thing that could happen. What she didn't know was what the hell she was going to do about it.

No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

I'm here by choice, I reminded myself. I'm here because I can't bear to be not- here anymore. I'm here because I can't tell right from wrong, light from dark. I'm here because I can't stand being me. I'm here because I don't want anyone to know where I am.

What do you mean? How does he look at me? I don't know. It's like you're a chocolate ice- cream and he doesn't have a spoon.

As she reached to hug Amy, Loretta heard someone shout. She glanced back at the small cluster of wagons and saw a woman waving her arms and beckoning to them. "Something's up." Amy squinted into the sunlight. "Do they want their dung or not? Addlepated woman. If she thinks I'm gonna run all the way back over there, she's got another think.

Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.