Quotes About Confusion

Because that is how we do it—we approach pregnancy like a job, gobbling up everything we can on the subject so that we are experts on every theory. And, as with most jobs, a certain amount of drudgery accrues. I have discovered that, in addition to ensuring mastery of these theories, this strategy to parenting also, unfortunately, results in utter confusion and frustration.

None of us know who we are any more.

I can't believe I have to do this. I feel like I came to have a tooth pulled and by mistake my whole brain came with it.

Lewa, mystery-king of know-nothingness. That's me!

But whatever this is—this window of clarity—it's ending already. Confusion is drawing its bleak curtains.

World is full of people so troubled they don't even understand themselves. You could offer them a thousand dollars to explain their motivations, but they can't tell you what they don't know.

I realized I'd been on pins and needles waiting to see how he'd react to being penned up again. I'll never understand that. How can I be on pins and needles and not even know it? It sounds like a thing that shouldn't exist in the world at all, but there it is. It's discouraging to be in the middle of a life that's impossible to explain.

Her brain was not speaking to her. Or maybe it was the other way around. But she could feel the disconnect—a no-man's-land of blankness, like a moat hastily dug to foil an advancing enemy. And

We all go around saying we don't know where we stand with other people, because we don't know what they're thinking. Which is true. But we can feel where we stand with them. But then we get back into our heads and start second-guessing what we feel and get ourselves all confused and tangled up again.

I guess I feel like I've been putting up this big front to the world like I don't need anybody or anything. Like I'm happier by myself. I don't like being alone any better than anybody else does. I just got confused because it was better than being with most of the people I've known.

What the hell is wrong with people?

I never know what to make of relationships. Part of me feels like they're not right, but then another part of me doesn't know how right it's reasonable to expect them to be.

World is full of people so troubled they don't even understand themselves.

World is full of people so troubled they don't even understand themselves. You could offer them a thousand dollars to explain their motivations, but they can't tell you what they don't know. And most of those miserable creatures find their

He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.

But she never could keep it straight. All the letters, the acronyms, the codes, the colors, changing like musical chairs, every week, every month. Games demons play. It meant nothing to her, except in a charming sort of way, as it had when Naganya wanted to play at interrogation, while the rest of them wanted chess.

looked straight at her. 'Donna, I think Edna

I can see clearly now, my brain is gone. Lucy

I'm… having one of those honeyed afternoons when I don't know who I am.

I hate and I love. Wherefore do I so, peradventure thou askest. I know not, but I feel it to be thus and I suffer.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love. Why do I, you ask? I do not know, but I feel it happening and it hurts.

I hate and i love well, why do i, you probably ask i don't know, but i know it's happening and it hurts.

I am not myself. As you know, better than anyone. You have seen how I am, these last months. I don't know how to explain it, it is beyond any words that I have to describe. But it is as if there is a tempest in my mind, and I cannot see through the murk of it. I cannot think clearly—indeed, much of the time I cannot think at all. There is only a weight in my heart, a formless dread that shapes itself into pain. And then a greater dread of more pain

Still, he could see how a man like Scott might get confused at a place like the Meadows. Life looked well enough there. It was what you couldn't see that rubbed your soul raw.