Quotes About Confusion

and didn't know her own mind, but

what she had feared, and exactly the opposite of what he had promised two weeks before. He felt like a

had told her he was

happened. And yet, why did she feel

the frightening truth about desire it's on but i don't know whether i want to be her, fuck her or borrow her clothes.

What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of bewilderment above one's capacity to register?

There are some things in life we can never understand, things we are better off not understanding.

Shaking my head, unable to think clearly, I mouthed the same word over and over: "Fire! Fire! Fire!" I was still mouthing it when they lifted me onto a stretcher and carted me from the Hall.

Indecision is the source of chaos

I hoped the writing would help me get things straight in my head, especially with regards to Kurda, but I was just as confused by the end as I'd been at the beginning. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't help feeling that Kurda had been both a hero and a villain. Things would be simpler if he was one or the other, but I couldn't pigeonhole him. It was just too complicated.

My thoughts were a jumble. I experienced the world in bewildering fragments and flashes.

I don't want to brag about how dumb I am, but this job is plain as astronomy to me. I understand everything about it except what you have done and why, and what you're trying to do and how.

The hell of it, Miss- Is your name Wonderly or Leblanc?' She blushed and murmured: 'It's really O'Shaughnessy - Brigid O'Shaughnessy

She tilted her head to the right. You didn't even tell me you had taken the case. I had done what? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, I hadn't and haven't. My getting shot ought to prove I was an innocent bystander. Does it hurt much? It itches. I forgot to have the dressing changed this afternoon. Wasn't Nora utterly terrified? So was I and so was the guy that shot me. There's Halsey. I haven't spoken to him yet.

That's what it was. He wasn't any more Wynant than I am. You know how it is: we told the Philly police he'd sent a wire from there and broadcasted his description, and for the next week anybody that's skinny and maybe got whiskers is Wynant to half of the State of Pennsylvania.

I don't," he said, "and that's a fact. I just can't size them up at all. This Mrs. Jorgensen, now, what is she?" "A blonde.

In one case, a group of innocent American tourists was taken on a tour bus through a country the members later described as "either France or Sweden" and subjected to three days of looking at old, dirty buildings in cities where it was not possible to get a cheeseburger.

You came to a strip club with a woman who is not your fiancée, and a gorilla on your wedding day.

She backed away, looking at him, his shirt hiked up, his crotch exposed. She could think only of a campfire, one small log, all of it doused in milk.

No one has a plan for anything. I guess that's the crushing thing, the thing that drives us all crazy. We all think there must be someone very smart at the controls, spending the money, making plans for our schools, parks, everything. But then it's guys like you, who are just guys like me. No one has a fucking clue.

Boy, that was an amorphous blob of undoability!

Es mejor estar equivocado que ser impreciso. —FREEMAN DYSON

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled. --Mina

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.