Quotes About Confusion

There's a lot to do when you have a baby. The first thing, which is taking me a really long time: I have to figure out who the father is.

Sometimes when you are in a foreign country it feels like everyone is in on a joke against you.

My friend did not want her suspicion—which sustained the possibility that her husband both was and was not having an affair—to disappear by exposing it.

I know I love her, but I can't find the feeling.

Emotional fuckwittage

The good die young—but not always. The wicked prevail—but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.

I don't know which is right!

When I was an undergraduate we were told that history had ended, and we all believed it. When the Berlin Wall fell, what history was made of was over. No more Cold War. No more wars. And yet here it was, and is and all of it falling apart. Endings. Worlds dissolving. Weather systems, baking systems, the careful plans of municipal gardeners. Families, hearts, lives.

Aside from infrequent comments ("Cheer up, love," or "It's not Hallo'ween"), no one wondered why a teenager was dressed up as a chic governess. Sylvie approved of Miri, even at the same time as she was confused by her. "It's a style at least," she said, and took off her rope of pearls and looped them around Miri's neck.

With growing disbelief, Jess yet again felt herself slipping into the gap - that gap of perception between what is really happening to a person and what others think is happening.

I was always weak in the head—that must be it. I can't seem to care anymore about what I'm supposed to do.

So often, women tell me they are "confused." But confusion usually isn't all that confusing. Most of the time, it happens when someone you care about directly contradicts or invalidates what you know deep down to be true. Rather than risk losing the relationship, you give up your clarity—and get confused. Interestingly,

And you police officers! Can't even tell the difference between girls and boys.

Many people make the mistake of confusing information with knowledge. They are not the same thing. Knowledge involves the interpretation of information. Knowledge involves listening.

We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats.

Ah, my poor child, how far gone you are in your blindness! Why did you have me summoned?" "I had hopes, I had hopes." "Hopes? Hopes of what?" "I do not know. The things we hope for are always the things we do not know.

Andiamo avanti, non sappiamo dove. Non sappiamo niente, tranne che il cielo e la terra stanno per confondersi nel medesimo abisso.

il a commencé à sortir tout un paquet de grandes phrases qui résonnaient sous la voûte, et qui semblaient n'avoir ni queue ni tête, sauf qu'elles avaient bien la queue et la tête et qu'elles voulaient dire toute la colère et la tristesse qu'Oscar avait à l'intérieur de lui […].

Je comprends ce que j'aime, et ne comprends pas ce que je n'aime pas. Et, comme j'aime peu, au bout du compte je ne comprends pas grand'chose.

easy'. Yet sometimes an easy word is translated into a bafflingly polysyllabic alternative. 'Rust', we are assured, is 'the red desquamation of old iron' or 'the tarnished or corroded surface of any metal', while a 'scale' is 'any thing exfoliated or desquamated'. Confusingly, when we turn to the entry for 'desquamation', we are told that it is 'the act of scaling foul bones'.

The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain.

I will never let you know how much you hurt me No, I will never tell you The lasts few months have sent me into myself It's not easy to forget you Time is healing me I keep my feelings to myself, it helps I don't understand you or your kind I end up getting myself messed up I can't take any more beatings like this

whereas the philosopher seeks unity of principle, and consistency of method at the risk of paradox, the unphilosophic man is apt to hold different principles at once, and to apply different methods in more or less confused combination.