Quotes About Confusion

Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English.

People think my name is Morpheus. Many times, people will say to me, 'Morpheus!' and I will complete the sentence by saying, 'is not my name!'

I served my country; I did that. I was in the C.I.A., and I served in Iraq and Afghanistan, and I love this country with every part of my body, and I was willing to risk my body and my family for it. But I wake up in a country I don't understand anymore.

I was kind of lost for several years.

I spent years growing up being told what my sexuality was.

I'm not good at eyeliner or doing a 'shadow' eye... I don't even know what it is actually called!

It looks like I'm this huge shark going in for the kill... I don't know what I was thinking.

The fact is I get shocked every time I meet Salman. I don't know why.

In short, not only are things not what they seem, they are not even what they are called!

I feel like I flunked at adolescence really badly. I found it really difficult.

I am baffled by men. When they want me, I don't want them; when I want them, they don't want me.

If you try and cover all your bases, like the ECB tend to do, you end up with muddled decisions.

So basically, I don't know what I'm talking about. But maybe I do.

I have gotten a couple of letters meant for Mr. Bean aka Rowan Atkinson. These letters would say things like, 'You're so funny, you make me laugh, with your big rubbery face,' and I would say, 'You can't mean me!'

I know when I was growing up, I was always lost and just thought I was alone and that I needed to find where I belonged.

These answers are fine as far as they go - but still children die, things go wrong, and hearts get broken, so the answers don't go very far. I certainly can't dispose of the challenges to Christian belief, nor can I make an entirely rational case for the existence of God. What I can do is join a vast chorus of voices who see religion as intrinsic and seek to make their home in the ethos of a faith that suggests an order and a direction amid the confusions of life.

He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself.

Did his soul change every time it achieved a new insight? The very definition of a soul was immutability. Perhaps the root of his confusion was the conflation of soul and knowledge. Perhaps the soul was one of those tools built to do exactly one specific task, to know that I am I, and was mutable with respect to all other forms of knowledge?

He didn't understand what happened to him. He felt like a piece of paper that had once had coherent writing on it but had been through the wash. He felt roughened, bleached, and worn out along the fold lines.

The shame and disorder in his house were like the shame and disorder in his head.

Walter non aveva mai capito come vivere, ma adesso lo capiva meno che mai

Is this irony, hypocrisy, or a contradiction? I'm never sure which term is appropriate." "Call it all three if you want," Andreas said. "Chutzpah. That's a fourth term.

Her problem at Renewable Solutions was that she could never quite figure out what she was selling, even when she was finding people to buy it, and no sooner had she finally begun to figure it out than she was asked to sell something else.

You on the floor in a fugue state, me not knowing what to do. It's remarkable how high-functioning you are, for an insane person. I'm the only one who gets to see you on the floor.