Quotes About Confusion

But every day we meet someone whose behavior suddenly changes from one moment to the next. And we wonder: what happened to this person I thought I knew? Why is he acting so aggressively? Is it stress at work? And then the next day the person is normal again. You're relieved, but soon after the rug is pulled out from under you when you least expect it. And this time, instead of asking what's wrong with this person, you wonder what you did wrong.

This last week has been a little hell for both of us simply because I didn't understand my own feelings. And because I can't understand them, I blame her for provoking in me feelings that make my world seem suddenly unsafe.

Cinta adalah kekuatan yang tak akan pernah ditundukkan. Kalau kita berusaha mengendalikannya, cinta akan menghancurkan kita. Kalau kita berusaha mengurungnya, cinta akan memperbudak kita. Kalau kita mencoba memahaminya, cinta akan meninggalkan kita dalam kebingungan.

On a day when you are out of love with life, your aim will be confused, difficult.

The problem with the world is not a shortage of brilliant theories or feel-good slogans. The problem is that we confuse proliferation of progressive terminology with profound empathy and purposeful engagement. We say the right things, but we fail to act on them because we want to feel virtuous without paying a price

The problem with the world is not a shortage of brilliant theories or feel-good slogans. The problem is that we confuse proliferation of progressive terminology with profound empathy and purposeful engagement.

No me digas nada porque está todo claro. ¿Te fijas cariño que a mí también me falló el atentando.

Awakeness is found in our pleasure and our pain, our confusion and our wisdom, available in each moment of our weird, unfathomable, ordinary everyday lives.

Meditation takes us just as we are, with our confusion and our sanity. This complete acceptance of ourselves as we are is called maitri, or unconditional friendliness, a simple, direct relationship with the way we are.

Like a treasure found at home, enriching me without fatigue, you, my dear troublemaker, are the means by which a confused person like me will attain enlightenment.

all of us have had to start in the same place—as confused, reactive, but basically good human beings.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Here is what we have to offer you in its most elaborate form -- confusion guided by a clear sense of purpose.

I think this confusion leads intellectuals and artists themselves to believe that the elite arts and humanities are a kind of higher, exalted form of human endeavor.

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

What was great about the 50s is that for one brief moment - maybe, say, six weeks - nobody understood art.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

A painting is worth a thousand confused art-gallery visitors.

Original art emanates in the mind ... and lessons society's confusion from self indulgence, avarice and greed to trust, hope and love.

I am bothered by poems I don't understand.

Me: "All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

Feelings aren't sensible. always," her mother said gently. "Feelings aren't sensible. Sometimes you fall in love with people who don't make sense. And the ones who do make sense turn out to be the wrong ones