Quotes About Confusion

I don't get your drift. I will continue snowing.

Have you lost the girl you love?' 'That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can't make up my mind. It all depends what construction you place on the words "I never want to see or speak to you again in this world or the next, you miserable fathead."' 'Did she say that?

But, Ed! Say! Are you going to let him get away with it? Am I going to let him get away with it! said Mr. Cootes, annoyed by the foolish question. Wake me up in the night and ask me! But what are you going to do? Do! said Mr. Cootes. Do! I'll tell you what I'm going to... He paused, and the stern resolve that shone in his face seemed to flicker. Say, what the hell am I going do? he went on somewhat weakly.

I suppose a man who has been hit over the head with a picture of a girl chirruping to a pigeon and almost immediately afterwards enmeshed in a sheet can never really retain the cool, intelligent outlook.

Do you realize a fraction of the awful things you have let me in for? How on earth am I to remember whether I go in before the chef or after the footman? I shan't have a peaceful minute while I'm in this place.

I felt as if I had stepped on the place where the last stair ought to have been, but wasn't.

I'm dashed if I know what's going to happen to me. I am the thingummy of what's-its-name. You look it, said Mike.

The man was goggling. His entire map was suffused with a rich blush. He looked like the Soul's Awakening done in pink.

At present, he's got the idea that I'm a kind of ... Who was the chap who was such a devil with the other sex? ... Donald something. Donald Duck?' Don Juan. That's the fellow I mean

George Emerson showed a trace of confusion. Being honest with himself, he had to admit that he did not exactly know what he did mean—if he meant anything. That, he felt rather bitterly, was the worst of Aline. She would never let a fellow's good things go purely as good things; she probed and questioned and spoiled the whole effect. He was quite sure that when he began to speak he had meant something, but what it was escaped him for the moment.

We're all alike when we get bustled. We don't know what we're doing, and by the time we've put our hands up and got into shape, why, it's all over, and there you are. Don't you worry yourself, sir.

Quién soy en esta ciudad muerta?...No entiendo sino las cenizas.

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn't already been in love with her, that would have done it.

Oh, McBride, it's just you." Nate heard Julian say. "I saw a flash of white and thought you were the bride.

Didn't you find it all … rather unsatisfying?" "Yes, but I couldn't seem to see a way out. It was like being three different people, and they all wanted to go different ways." A slight smile. "The result was I went nowhere.

One began by finding mental illness mystifying, and ended by being still more mystified by health.

The mage, Tessera decided finally, felt like someone who had stepped with confidence onto a stair that wasn't there.

There were many times when logic was of no comfort.

Therese frowned, floundering in a sea without direction or gravity, in which she knew only that she could mistrust her own impulses.

Of course, Travis hadn't known Jim. Maybe he would think she always fell for tall, dark, curly-haired men with gray eyes. That thought sent Lily's glance back to Cade. She had outdone herself on tall and dark this time, but the thick, straight hair brushing Cade's collar didn't have a lick of curl and his eyes were far from gray. What in hell was she going to do? Well

With grammar, it's always something.

confusion is the chief cause of worry.

Absurdity reigns, and confusion makes it look good.

Art is lost in pop "art" as sport is lost in professional "sport"—which is an oxymoron of the strongest kind. Absurdity reigns, and confusion makes it look good.