Quotes About Confusion

He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

Everyone's like, 'Oh my God, can I ask you something? You were in 'Percy Jackson,' right?' I'm like, 'No, different guy.'

I had a lot of chaos in my very early years before I was old enough to know what was going on, and then I just skated through the rest of my childhood without dealing with it.

I've been living in England for a while, and I am still trying to figure out why we have Great Britain playing the Olympics together and England in football.

I feel like I'm just pretty - any time I have, like, a lot of emotions happening at one time, I just - everything gets really, like, muddy. Like, I feel just, like, in a haze or something.

My characters are never heroic. They are mostly lost and trying to find the right door to open and they end up opening the wrong doors.

Be able to notice all the confusion between fact and opinion that appears in the news.

For the recognition of private property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a man with what he possesses.

Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me to let him have some flour on credit, and that I could not do. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they should not be confused. Why, the words are spelled differently, and mean quite different things. Everyone can see that.

Threads snap. You would lose your way in the labyrinth.

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

Sono così intelligente che a volte non capisco una sola parola di quel che sto dicendo.

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying. dup

I'm so clever, I don't understand half of the things I'm saying.

That is life. Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not. Absolutely.

It's and odd thing, but however much an oficionado one may be of mysteries in book form, when they pop up in real life they seldom fail to give one the pip.

I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.

It's an extraordinary thing about names. You've probably noticed it yourself. You think you've got them, I mean to say, and they simply slither away. I've often wished I had a quid for every time some bird with a perfectly familiar map has come up to me and Hallo-Woostered, and had me gasping for air because I couldn't put a label to him. This always makes one feel at a loss.

I never said I didn't like kissing you. The problem is too many guys have like kissing you. - Erik Night to Zoey Redbird (Ch 26)

I was crazy about Heath. And his blood. Erik was an amazing guy who I really, really liked. Loren was completely delicious. Jeesh, I sucked. - Zoey Redbird (Ch 20)

I couldn't tell what the hell Heath was talking about." Stark's stomach tightened. "You mean Aurox." "Yeah, Aurox." Zoey frowned. "That's what I said. So, what's going on?" Stark was too tired to argue with her, so he ignored her Freudian slip

Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?

Do you ever get moods when life seems absolutely meaningless? It's like a badly-constructed story, with all sorts of characters moving in and out who have nothing to do with the plot. And when somebody comes along that you think really has something to do with the plot, he suddenly drops out. After a while you begin to wonder what the story is about, and you feel that it's about nothing—just a jumble.

Jeeves, Mr Little is in love with that female. So I gathered, sir. She was slapping him in the passage. I clutched my brow. Slapping him? Yes, sir. Roguishly.