Quotes About Confusion

Two things stop the offensive movements of armies: (a) Bullets and fragments of shell which destroy the motive power of men, and (b) The confusion of the conflict.

This isn't right. This isn't even wrong.

When indecision's in the heart The soul is bound to grieve and smart.

Suddenly, one day, out of nowhere, an enormous abyss opened up beneath our feet and I was staring into a face I didn't recognize.

I don't know what the hell I was thinking; I hated nature, and more than nature I hated being a car owner.

A world I will never feel comfortable in, never understand, and never approve of or forgive.

She assured me that it wasn't so much that she didn't like me but thought I was a featherbrain, her mother's lollipop, sleepwalking through an embarrassing hustle obvious as the Turk con.

His face was knotted with rage. He felt like fainting but couldn't remember the proper way to fall.

Hola. No te había visto. ¿Vives aquí? —me esmero tanto en parecer casual que de pronto no sé si parezco pendejo.

There's some heinous fuckery goin' on mon.

Our minds are full of things our hearts do not understand and that my love, is why the world is filled with so much chaos.

In things to be seen at once, much variety makes confusion, another vice of beauty. In things that are not seen at once, and have no respect one to another, great variety is commendable, provided this variety transgress not the rules of optics and geometry.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

From day to day he slid out of one skin and pulled on another. No wonder it was hard to sort out who he was.

Ask them. But you're not a soldier, I'm not sure what you are, but you're not that.

So sorry," she bit out with the sweetness of alum, "but you're going to have to translate that one for me. I'm not fluent in brooding male grunting.

My mind feels fractured, like looking at my reflection in a broken mirror. I can see different parts but can't understand where they all fit

Ever cried when you don't know what you're crying about? It's intense, and it's miserable, but oddly soothing at the same time. You're curled up in your bed, huddled under the duvet, and you're silently sobbing in the safety of your cocoon. That's

She puts her arm around me. 'You're just too young to understand.' As soon as she says this, I realise she is just like everyone else, and wish I was back at home so that all the things I do not understand could be the same as they always are.

Why are you asking me? I'm seventeen and don't know anything about what to do when you're autistic and gay.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

Emma hung up and hugged her pillow tight to her chest. He shouldn't be making her feel this special and desired. He was just a friend. Right, just a friend. She wasn't even fooling herself anymore.

But we're lost in a world of appearances now.

She was incompetent. Incompetent for life. She had never figured out how to figure things out. She was only vaguely beginning to know the kind of absence she had of herself inside her.