Quotes About Confusion

This cackit place ... They poor darkies. A greeshie way to go. He clenched his fists. I'm a snool, a glaikit sumph. Nocht but rain, howdumdied all day o'boot. I've lost my noddle. Camsteerie bloody country. He gave a harsh laugh. No strunt. Any haughmagandie? Never. Dunged into the ground. ... I could greet I tell you ... He could only understand one word in three, but this time he knew how the little man felt.

We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

they are mystified by certain instances.

The language . words without style! whose scholars (there are none) . or dangling, about whom the water weaves its strands encasing them in a sort of thick lacquer, lodged under its flow . Caught (in mind) beside the water he looks down, listens! But discovers, still, no syllable in the confused uproar: missing the sense (though he tries) untaught but listening, shakes with the intensity of his listening .

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

liquor teaches you to confuse the means with the end

and the very old men--some in their brushed Confederate uniforms--on the porch and the lawn, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottleneck of the most recent decade of years.

All right. What do you want me to do?' 'Go out there and look at him,' Lucas said. 'Go out where and look at who?' he said. But he understood all right. It seemed to him that he had known all the time what it would be; he thought with a kind of relief So that's all it is even while his automatic voice was screeching with outraged disbelief: 'Me? Me?

They came on. I opened the gate and they stopped. turning. I was trying to say, and I caught her, trying to say, and she screamed and I was trying to say and trying and the bright shapes were going again. They were going up the hill to where it fell away and tried to cry. But when I breathed in, I couldn't breathe out again to cry, and I tried to keep from falling off the hill and I fell off the hill into the bright, whirling shapes.

El alcohol te enseña a confundir el fin con los medios.

I said. I was silently horrified. What was wrong with these people? Peter had started sporting a beret—another bad sign.

Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy.

I have already told you of the sickness and confusion that comes with time travelling. —H. G. WELLS

the moment, Rydell decided he knew for a fact his ass was lost. Just plain lost.

Her four pupils bored into his, her white face perfectly immobile. "Altruism? What's happening to you?" "I don't know," he said.

I don't know. You might say what I am is basically defined by the fact that I don't know, because I can't know.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

I've always been puzzled, and am still at this moment in a state of confusion, between the imaginative world and the real world. It is perfectly true to say that I have at some times in my life found that the imaginative world had pushed the real world right out of the way, and was literally more real.

The trouble is: Are there ghosts, Piggy? Or beasts?" " 'Course there aren't." "Why not?" "'Cos things wouldn't make sense. Houses an' streets, an'—TV—they wouldn't work.

Nereye gideceÄŸimizi belki biliyorlar, belki de bilmiyorlard?. Ama nerede olduÄŸumuzu bilmiyorlar; çünkü biz gideceÄŸimiz yere varamad?k.

Allí estaba el mundo deslumbrante de la caza, la táctica, la destreza y la alegría salvaje; y allí estaba también el mundo de las añoranzas y el sentido común desconcertado.

I stood, in shame and confusion, seeing for the first time despite my anger a different picture of Evie in her life-long struggle to be clean and sweet. It was as if this object of frustration and desire had suddenly acquired the attributes of a person rather than a thing...

In Hollywood, no one knows anything.

You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does.