Quotes About Confusion

They introduced themselves as Agent Jones and Agent Brown — their real names, I later learned, though at the time I didn't believe them.

And you'd be left there like a fucking dumpling. You'd be standing there. A fucking dumpling man I'm telling ye.

The hour-long service confused John Jr. He fidgeted and asked, "Where's my daddy?" The sacred music, the religious incantations, and the somber setting proved too much for Jackie. She could no longer hold it in. She began to cry uncontrollably. Her sobbing body heaved and shook.

Clearly I missed the story, I muttered.

I wanted to believe he was mad. Unfortunately, I no longer knew what madness was.

At four-twenty every morning I wake and have no idea where or who I am.

His jaw went slack, the way an old man's does when his thought processes take him into blind alleys.

a circuitous way of spreading confusion without offering any information of value.

When chaos loomed, reason and accountability went out of the window.

Normalcy has taken leave of the galaxy.

I think it's leading us on a wild gundark chase.

It's been said that only three things happen naturally in organizations: friction, confusion, and underperformance; everything else requires leadership.1

Most times I don't know what I'm doing. Sometimes I feel like I don't hardly know enough to tie my own shoes.

I didn't make head nor tails of what he was saying, for I was to learn that Old John Brown could work the Lord into just about any aspect of his comings and goings in life, including using the privy. That's one reason I weren't a believer, having been raised by my Pa, who was a believer and a lunatic, and them things seemed to run together.

Now he was as lost as the rest of us, and didn't know his way out of the particular patch of woods and that homestead any more than a bird knows his way out of a privy with the door closed, but he was the leader, and he had found what he wanted.

Sometimes when you're at your most certain, that's when everything you know is wrong.

Then, Holden, the little Fang gang kid, came out of nowhere with an apparent death wish. He raced directly toward the maniac with the gun shrieking something that sounded like I am Starfishhh!

Have you ever been to Colorado? I frowned. Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?

the next morning, fang and i broke up. now let me get this strait, i broke up with him. a split second after he broke up with me.

I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?

Now that we were alone,i was self-conscious and cranky again.Why had i wanted to stay?if i had been programmed to want to be with dylan,heads were gonna roll,i promise you that.

The Gasman leaned over and examined the tangled pile of stereo guts spread out on the kitchen table. "It looks like a robot came in here and threw up," he observed

My name's J.J.," she said, seeming completely comfortable with this social interaction. My palms were sweating. "It's short for Jennifer Joy. I mean, what were my parents thinking?

No wonder i hadn't written anything decent in ages- I couldn't even figure out how to tell a boy that i loved him. That whenever i looked into his eyes, i felt like i was drowning and being saved, all at the same time. That if i had to choose between dying tomorrow or spending the rest of my life without him, i would seriously consider picking imminent death