Quotes About Confusion

All I know is that you could, if you wanted to, find the answers to all sorts of difficult questions buried in that terrible war-torn interregnum between the first pubic hair and the first soiled Trojan.

The problem with love is not what we feel but what we wish we felt when we began to feel we should feel something.

What happened to the crow, Zorba? Well, you see, he used to walk respectably, properly - well, like a crow. But one day he got it into his head to try and strut about like a pigeon. And from that time the poor fellow couldn't for the life of him recall his own way of walking. He was all mixed up, don't you see? He just hobbled about.

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hour?" The flustered woman glanced from Jesse back to Dameon. "I'm… sorry. I assumed

With mindfulness we have the choice of responding with compassion to the pain of craving, anger, fear and confusion. Without mindfulness we are stuck in the reactive pattern and identification that will inevitably create more suffering and confusion.

if people want to be confused, they will always succeed, no matter what term you use.

WHAT? YOU AGAIN?' he shouted in capital letters.

Alcoholic parents are so confusing, they're your parents, so you love them. But they're drunks, so you hate them. But you love them, but you hate them. They have moments when they're still the people you grew up idolizing. They have moments when you can't imagine they were anything but monsters. And then, after a while they're monsters full time. The people they used to be has enormous power over you. But the people they've turned into has no power over you at all.

Love, nobody inside it knows how the hell to handle it.

What the hell are you doing?" "What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" "It looks like you're putting pants on that dog." "Then that's what the hell I'm doing.

What the hell are you doing here? A typical Grant Campbell welcome.

You're not beautiful, he said in a quiet statement that made her brow knit. Why do you look beautiful when you're not?

moment, thought, what the hell?

Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but it

What the hell do we do now?" she shot at Keegan. "Get out of the fecking rain, to start.

This was supposed to be easy. Why isn't it?

Obviously, without question, she'd lost her mind.

doubt he understands you and Fin are hot for

heart. I don't know what's right, C.C. I don't know what's best.

If he lost his mind in Lunacy, would he ever have had it to lose?

Do you need to get that? Wherever it is. If I do, somebody'll just want to talk to me. I'd rather talk to you. How anyone could work in such confusion and disorder was beyond her.

as efficient as communications' mechanisms become, they are still, as they have always been, subject to the overwhelming tendency for entropy to increase, for information to leak in transit, unless certain external agents are introduced to control it. I have already referred to an interesting view of language made by a cybernetically-minded philologist—that speech is a joint game by the talker and the listener against the forces of confusion.

Life is fucking confusing. I don't know anything, and neither do you.