Quotes About Confusion

But I didn't know where she was going, Hannah whispers into the dark. I didn't know she was really going anywhere.

We can't understand the world, nothing prepares you for life

C'est le malheur de l'esprit humain que les choses les plus lointaines et les moins importantes, telles que les révolutions des corps célestes, lui soient les plus présentes et les mieux connues, alors que les notions morales, toutes proches et de la plus haute importance, restent toujours flottantes et confuses, au gré du souffle des passions qui les pousse, ou de l'ignorance dirigée qui les reçoit et les transmet.

According to the Buddhist tradition, the spiritual path is the process of cutting through our confusion, of uncovering the awakened state of mind. When the awakened state of mind is crowded in by ego and its attendant paranoia, it takes on the character of an underlying instinct. So it is not a matter of building up the awakened state of mind, but rather of burning out the confusions which obstruct it. In the process of burning out these confusions, we discover enlightenment.

Where does fear come from? It comes from basic bewilderment. Where does basic bewilderment come from? It comes from being unable to harmonize or synchronize mind and body.

Insofar as the Ultimate, or the true nature of being is concerned, there are neither Buddhas nor demons. He who frees himself from fear and hope, evil and virtue, will realize the insubstantial and groundless nature of confusion. Samsara will then appear to be the Mahamudra itself. . . .

I've never really apologised to her for that specifically, mostly because I didn't know how to apologise for my brain not working. I can't see girls being cool with... "Hey, sorry about my brain not working right; that things is nuts sometimes. I know I might have confused you, but my brain confused me too. Anyhoo...just letting you know that was why! Hugs!" I mean, I'd be willing to try it once...but just for the story, really.

I have fallen behind time, and am too old to catch it again. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead confuses me.

You might think that a boy is just your friend, but then if you find out that maybe he likes you (in a boyfriend way), everything changes instantly. (47)

It is by universal misunderstanding that we agree with each other. If, by some misfortune, we understood each other, we would never agree.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

One of the signs of a dysfunctional narrative is that we cannot leave it behind, and we cannot put it to rest, because it does not, finally, give us the explanation we need to enclose it.

And in my night confusion it is as if I can hear the leaves being gnawed, the forest being eaten alive, shred by shred. I cannot bear it. They are not mild, these moths. Their appetites are blindingly voracious, obsessive. An acquaintance has told me that the Navahos refer to someone with an emotional illness as "moth crazy.

Many a morning I found myself waking up in America and being surprised to find myself in a bed. I had been having nightmares all night long, and I didn't know where I was. It would take me awhile to adjust, because I couldn't believe I was in a bed. What was I doing in a bed? After the war I never slept more than three or four hours a night. In

My narrative may be invaded by inaccuracy and confusion; but if I live no longer, I will, at least, live to complete it. What but ambiguities, abruptnesses, and dark transitions, can be expected from the historian who is, at the same time, the sufferer of these disasters?

grave. 'I don't know,' Akim replied,

It's a mad world. Mad as Bedlam.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.

I never thought before, that there was a woman in the world who could affect me so much by saying so little. But don't be hard in your construction of me. You don't know what my state of mind towards you is. You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life WON'T help me here. You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes wish you had struck me dead along with it.

There was an innocent piece of dinner-furniture that went upon easy castors and was kept over a livery stable-yard in Duke Street, Saint James's, when not in use, to whom the Veneerings were a source of blind confusion. The name of this article was Twemlow.

Oh, yes, his family is all very fine, Miss Summerson," replied Miss Jellyby; "but what comfort is his family to him? His family is nothing but bills, dirt, waste, noise, tumbles downstairs, confusion, and wretchedness. His scrambling home, from week's end to week's end, is like one great washing-day — only nothing's washed!

Foul weather didn't know where to have him.

He then begs to make his dear Twemlow known to his two friends, Mr. Boots and Mr. Brewer - and clearly has no distinct idea which is which.