Quotes About Confusion

Well, damn," Lula said, "I can hear his little feet going, but I can't see him. He's lost in between all these cars.

chicken remains, wads of paper towels, empty soup cans, lunch-meat wrappers, and God knows what else.

What's up?" I asked my mother. "I just got fourteen phone calls about someone hitting Joseph's Grandma Bella in the face with a chocolate cream pie when she was walking out of the funeral home. They said she was going out the side door for some reason, and someone came out of nowhere and hit her with the pie." "Did they know who did it?" Grandma asked. "Bella said it was you.

he'd graduated from Dartmouth, so he couldn't be stupid. Still, she suspected he'd get lost trying to find his way out of a parking lot.

I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.

She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.

Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.

The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.

How did I get so lost? Mother

Nothing will make a place feel unlike home like chaos.

I think feminism's a bit misinterpreted. It was about casting off all gender roles. There's nothing wrong with a man holding a door open for a girl. But we sort of threw away all the rules, so everybody's confused. And dating becomes a sloppy, uncomfortable, unpleasant thing.

There's no other major item most of us own that is as confusing, unpredictable and unreliable as our personal computers.

Everyone knows what a curve is, until he has studied enough mathematics to become confused through the countless number of possible exceptions.

If you're hit with a lawsuit that's untrue and the reasons you're hit with it aren't clear to you, there's a very big inclination on people's part to want to take responsibility for it - that this must be happening because I'm a terrible person, I did something, and I'm getting repaid for it.

I grew up in a confused house: too much unwanted attention or none at all.

There's something messed up with my brain.

It's devastating when that happens, when someone just ups and leaves for no reason, but love does sometimes go wrong.

My son, who's on the spectrum is a very rigid thinker. He needs clear-cut definitions of right and wrong. Anything hazy or gray confuses him. For instance, if I try to get him to see that a friend behaved badly, he'll often get upset with me because a friend is a 'good guy' by definition, in his book.

I terminated the interview when I didn't know what he was talking about and went upstairs to lunch.

Finding the right one is never easy. Especially, when the wrong one looks so right.

The long path from material through function to creative work has only one goal: to create order out of the desperate confusion of our time.

As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities, which may seem a freedom or a confusion.

When both a speaker and an audience are confused, the speech is profound.

A strong work of art really leaves people speechless. They feel a little angry because they don't understand it.