Quotes About Confusion

I wasnt kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasnt sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that i would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone---truly gone beneath the waves---I hated myself as i never have before.

Call went through much of the next day in a daze.

I am no closer to finding a way to get out of here and no clearer on my father's plan. The only thing I am closer to is getting caught.

I have no idea what to say to him. "The Latin Club is totally evil," I blurt. "The Latin Club?" I can understand why he's confused.

Maybe growing up the way we have, bad things feel good to us.

It hadn't made sense. He wouldn't accept it. He wouldn't go home.

Do something!" someone says, but in my delirium, I can't tell who is speaking. Abruptly, Valerian is kicked off me. I roll onto my side, coughing. Cardan is looming there. Tears and snot are running down my face, but all I can do is lie in the dirt and spit out pieces of sweet, fleshy pulp. I have no idea why I am crying.

I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

You're no killer.' He has no idea what I am. Maybe I don't know, either. Maybe I never let myself find out.

As I gaze at him now, stretched out on my bed, I feel more off balance than ever.

He looked down at a red book, embossed in gold. The title was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass. He frowned at it in confusion. It wasn't what he'd thought a mortal book would be like; he thought they would be dull things, odes to their cars or skyscrapers. ... 'This is really a mortal book?' he asked.

Unless he turns his clothes inside out, which I am fairly confident he doesn't know to do, he'll never find us.

You're mixing your metaphors. It gives me a headache.

It's only with mild surprise I find I don't so much read anymore, but rather teeter, wonder, take flight, like Pascal, like Madeline, like Bemelmans, like Lamorisse, like my daughters. Like Robert. Like anyone who has ever started or finished a book, or a love affair, or confused the two, in sweet anticipation of the fall.

I had done some flimflam movies, but I didn't understand what being an actor meant anymore.

Miss Barnes clearly didn't know what in the world to do. She was twenty-four years old, for heaven's sake.

The gym? Alice didn't go to gyms. Had she woken up drunk in a gym?

I think I'm falling for a red herring here,

when I tried to explain my job. I'm sure it has never

Her brain couldn't seem to catch up with the news.

None of this seems real," said Alice. "I'm like Alice in Wonderland. Remember how much I hated that book? Because nothing made sense. You didn't like it either. We liked things to make sense.

because she might have already kissed him before. No. He pressed his thumb in between her eyebrows. What was he doing? Was it some sort of weird middle-aged-people ritual? Was she meant to do it back to him?

Harry Potter deserved to feel fear and confusion, because he was legally, morally and spiritually in the wrong. It happened so rarely that you knew that you were right and the other guy was wrong; Troy was Spider-Man, the Hulk, Captain America. He was goddamned Batman. He had never felt better.