Quotes About Confusion

Why is it that you've never got the least goddamned clue what's happening inside your own head. Have you ever noticed this trend? Doesn't it bug you sometimes?

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.

I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

Bloody hell, he gasped. Harry. There's a *knife* in my leg. When did *that* happen? In the duel, I told him. Don't you remember? I thought you'd stepped on me and sprained my ankle, Ramirez replied. Then he blinked again. Bloody hell. There's a *knife* in my guts. He peered at them. And they match.

It was a well-known fact that humans became more addled than usual when running in herds.

My brother threw up his hands. What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and shimmy while screaming, 'Do me, baby!'? he shook his head. Sometimes you're a frigging idiot.

Maybe this is what it feels like for civilians when they see cops doing some of the dirty work. A lot of times they don't understand what's happening. They see something they don't like and it upsets them—because they don't have the full story, aren't personally facing the problem, and don't know how much worse the alternative could be.

Why? I demanded of her. Why bring the child into this? Why not just come straight to me? Does it matter at this point? I shrugged. Not really. I'm curious. She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled. You don't know. I eyed her warily. Don't know what? Dear boy, she said. This was never about you . I scowled. I don't understand. Obviously, Arianna said, and gave me a stunning smile. Die confused.

There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn't shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.

I find it remarkable how often amateurs confuse courage with idiocy.

Hell's bells, Morty, I said. Next you'll be telling me that I didn't even meet his shade. That I deluded myself into deluding myself into deluding him into deluding me that I made the whole thing up.

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.

Truth be told, my head was spinning so much that the car could have been doing interpretive dance in a lilac tutu and I might not have noticed.

One grip shy of a steering column? Grimm suggested. Ten degrees short of a compass? Aviating without goggles?

What the hell kind of Hell was this supposed to be?

I know. It makes my head hurt too.

I hate dreams like this," I said. "There's no plot—just random weird things happening. I get enough of that when I'm awake.

Who were those guys?" "I can't tell you that," I said. There was an empty second, and then Billy's voice turned cautious. "Why? Is it some kind of secret, need-to-know wizard thing?" "No. I just have no freaking clue who it was.

You're still a good guy, right? You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me." "I'm thinking about changing it to 'them' and 'us,' for simplicity's sake

What's that all about?" "Don't ask me," I told her. "I'm gay now.

It's a confusing sort of thing. he said. What is? Life.

I blinked at that, confused. I'm not supposed to be the guy who doesn't get the reference joke, dammit.

How can I be lost when I've never been found?

How could this nasty twerp be so ferally sexual dressed nearly as a boy?