Quotes About Confusion

No sé la razón de la sinrazón que a mi razón aqueja

Where you really have your eggs in one basket and that breach happens and you know you should go but you're still in love and you just don't know what to do. It hits you because it's not like -- you're a cheater, and a liar, and I hate you, and you're no good, and I'm leaving. It's not that. It's like, I'm tormented. Even though you've done this and I know it, I still don't know what to do. I know I should go, but I don't want to. And that's why it's such a f***ed-up thing.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

I had walked into Wilkinson a boy. Now, I wasn't at all sure who or what I was.

And she isn't certain yet that this is the woman her husband was seeing.

But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic.

why did you tell me to look on the 'other' table instead of 'that' table?

But you were the one who came to see it! You said it was just what you were looking for!" Her voice rising—and not in an I-fancy-you way—Ginny said, "You said it was perfect!" He blinked, nonplussed. "It is perfect. For Laurel." Frantically, Ginny ran back through everything he'd told her. "No, hang on, you said your flat was too small…

I can see why you'd be confused, seeing as you've acted like a complete ass.

It's the kissing! The stupid kissing! It's like he kissed all the vital brain cells right out of my head!

She was like a drug. The most addicting kind, and he had a problem—he was pretty sure that she was developing feelings for him. He had no idea what to do with that, or with is own feelings, which were definitely getting in his way. This whole no emotional attachment thing had gone straight to shit. Because Mallory Quinn was emotionally attached to every person she ever met, and she had a way of making that contagious. He craved contact with her in a way that he wasn't experienced with.

I need his address. Sean went brows up. His address. Yes, please. You going to show him a good time? he asked. Because darlin', he sure could use it. I'm on it, she said and then realized what he'd meant, which was not what she'd meant. Wait, that's not-- Oh, it's way too late, Sean said, laughing his ass off.

And speaking of footwear, yours are on the wrong feet." Keller looked down at his shoes and scratched his head before tipping his head up again. "But I don't have any other feet," he finally said.

Aubrey didn't know what to think of this. People came here for books. Or, in Ben's case, to drive her crazy.

There are three stages of life: 1. Birth. 2. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? 3. Death.

Just remember, there's not a lot of softness in his life, or room for weakness—of which you're definitely one. He has absolutely no idea what to do with you, and as an action guy, that's confusing to him. So maybe think about taking it easy on him. Even just a little bit.

What the flip?

I can't actually tell if you're stunned by my brilliance or your own stupidity.

Every time they so much as looked at each other, the air crackled. He hadn't yet decided if that was good or bad, but he was definitely leaning towards bad.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

Life can be confusing. Good God, and how. Sometimes it seems like the older I get, the more confused I become. That seems ass-backwards. I thought I was supposed to be getting wiser. Instead, I just keep getting hit over the head with my relative insignificance in the greater scheme of the universe. Confusing, life. But it beats the hell out of the alternative.

Hush, Harry. Or you'll go to the special hell. I blinked at that, confused. I'm not supposed to be the guy who doesn't get the reference joke, dammit.

I'm lost. I know every step I took to get here, and I'm still lost.

Harry? Bob asked. Are your feet wet? And can you see the pyramids? I blinked. What? Earth to Dresden, Bob said. You are standing knee-deep in de Nile.