Quotes About Confusion

The boy didn't know where he and his family were, other than one name: Mississippi.

American actors, historical, familial, political, theatrical, move blindly ahead toward a future that never is, and never can be, clear.

I set out to make sense of my life. And I found out that one's life, particularly after one has written about it, doesn't make sense. Life doesn't make sense.

For two hundred and fifty years the kzinti had not attacked human space. They had nothing to attack with. For two hundred and fifty years men had not attacked the kzinti worlds; and no kzin could understand it. Men confused them terribly.

When someone gradually leaves your life, that's one thing because you get used to the end of it. When somebody disappears, it takes all of your control away. It leaves you frantic.

Ku?ku?otu, anneme bir k?z?yorum. -K?zma. -Bildiklerini ö?retme diyor ama. -Bildi?in ne? -Bilmiyorum. -Ne bildi?ini bilmiyor musun ?imdi sen? -Ne bildi?imi bir bilsem! -Ne yapard?n? -Annemden gizli yayard?m!

Nothing makes sense.... You tell yourself it does, you look for patterns and make up stories. But there is no sense to it all.

There are different ways to be confused about how someone's disappointed you. Some lie about the future because they wanted to forget the past. But some will lie about the past because they think it will give you both a future.

When we get there, Coach Byrnes gives us a pre-season pep talk. He carries around this clipboard and whistle and talks really, really fast. "Passtheballovertherenowturnaroundandkickitintothegoalrightnow!" Sometimes I have no idea what he's talking about. I thought I knew everything there was to know about soccer. Boy, was I wrong.

Inclusive se convertían en motivo de diversión, a tal grado que durante su niñez Tita no diferenciaba bien las lágrimas de la risa de las del llanto. Para ella reír era una manera de llorar.

Pero...Bipa-pudo decir Aer, confuso-.¿Por qué... has hecho todo esto por mí? ¿Por qué... has venido a buscarme? Ella lo miró como si fuera realmente corto de entendederas. -Porque te quiero, estúpido-respondió, sin más

A menudo la estupidez se confunde con la valentía, y tengo que admitir que Aer es bastante estúpido.

a menudo encontraba párrafos enteros que no tenían ningún sentido para ella.

La Luna cambia, varía, se muestra y se oculta –asintió la Echadora de Cartas–. La Luna es engañosa. Ella es, en gran medida, la responsable del estado de confusión del Loco.

I don't know what this is!" "I do. This is me being framed for murder.

the athletes were treated to a thunderous show that culminated in the release of twenty thousand doves. As the birds circled in panicked confusion, cannons began firing, prompting the birds to relieve themselves over the athletes. With each report, the birds let fly.

Something wild was going on in that coffin….I was growing shoots and leaves and blossoms. Moss. Bugs. Worms. She leaned over my corpse to kiss my lips, but they were warm instead of cold, and then she realized the dead girl wasn't me at all. Who was that? Who was that dead girl squirming with life? And then she realized- That was her. Our bodies had been switched. Mine for hers.

They were all around us that day. In the confusion of air. In our strange dreams. In the baggage we'd brought with us and would have to leave. In our fading animal memories: The humming gold of being, and ceasing to be. The exposed motor of eternity.

She gave him a dubious look, as if he wasn't quite right in the head. "Sometimes, Englishman, I do not understand you. I love you, but I do not always understand you." She turned and started across the meadow. He remained where he was and watched her walk away, with her skirts in her hand and the sun on her hair. "I love you, too," he said, but only after she was too far away to hear. "I always have.

The hostage hours had blurred into one another, anonymous as a line of smashed pumpkins.

I pushed Liam back, wanting him to fall like I was falling. To feel that instant of confusion, of not being sure where life was leading, but thinking that might be okay.

I haven't been quite as smart about living as I have been about working. At work, everything was about precision and efficiency, while in my life everything has been about daydreaming, longing, and confusion.

Trying to get a handle on what he thought, what he felt, what he thought about what he felt and vice versa, was like trying to open a locked door by ramming it with his head.

There had been little hurts and big ones and she could hardly tell them apart, and it all sounded crazy anyway.