Quotes About Confusion

Ellen Gorman purchased several boxes of cereal so that the family could eat quickly on the run. But when it came time to eat the cereal, no one could locate the boxes. They were later found in the fridge, freezer, and oven.

Chaos is my speciality.

I see more confusion. I have to think. Can I? I feel I'd better; I realize I must; I decide I will: won't I taste smell feel better when I can think realize decide? Won't I? Shouldn't I? Mustn't I? Well, I feel I should therefore I think I am. I mean I think I can. I

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.

I got another chestful of air in, tore loose with it. 'Somebody help me! You people standing around looking, isn't there one of you will help me? I brought my wife here last night; now she's gone and they're trying to tell me I never -' ("All At Once, No Alice")

The French doctor - the French, they are a very logical race and make good doctors - says: "M'sieu, they have all been on the wrong track - ("Jane Brown's Body")

When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.

You know, there was a part of me that was so defiant, and a part of me that was so ashamed, and I really couldn't say which was which at any given point in time.

There was just one problem. I had no idea how to do that. Okay, two problems. I'm also not sure I want to.

When you're in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood. Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you're in love with a person, but you're in love with a syringe.

People the world had broken in some ineffable way, the same way my uncle had been broken, the same way we all end up a bit broken—a collection of small hurts, hairline cracks in the foundation—who were only looking for something to give their lives meaning, hope, or at least help deal with the confusion. Some of us find it in faith, some in science, and some in the lightless places between those pole stars.

Perhaps you've experienced a similar kind of disorientation — you thought you knew where you were in relation to something (or someone), only to look up and have no idea where they went.

Talking with people was more confusing than being confused by yourself.

disarray, but nothing like the ones downstairs.

These dreams were so real they left me shaken and unsure of which world I was in.

I don't understand a thing about this world: about people, and why they do the things they do. The more I find out, the more I uncover, the more I know, the less I understand.

What kind of lousy world is this? Has it always been this way, or has the bottom fallen out of it in the past couple of days? Has it always been so unfair? What is it that tips the scales so? I don't understand it.

I'd sneer and tell him he's got the cerebral finesse of an amoeba and delight in his squint of confusion.

because of cultural differences—different, deeply held beliefs and instincts about what is natural, normal, right, and good—cross-cultural interactions are subject to all manner of confusion, misunderstanding, and misinterpretation. In a word, they are often unsuccessful.

They'd never know how confusion and cruelty change people, make them hard—the way the deepest cuts make the toughest scabs.

Never hide things from hardcore thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths.

Sin pies ni cabeza.

The interest I felt in certain guys then confused me, because it wasn't romantic, but I wasn't sure what else it might be. But now I know: I wanted to take up people's time making jokes, to tease the dean in front of the entire school, to call him by a nickname. What I wanted was to be a cocky high-school boy, so fucking sure of my place in the world.

Suitable relational boundaries will show us the true nature of another person or a group, and if we fail to listen, they will draw help to us. The problem is that our relational borders aren't always in fail-safe condition. We might be too isolated, as in the case of inflexible boundaries; too confused, as happens when our borders are wishy-washy; or simply broken, as occurs when we have holes or slashes in our field.