Quotes About Confusion

Because in running toward what I thought was better, safer, more pleasurable, more fulfilling, less painful, less complicated, or less confining, I've actually been running from God, from His will, and from His blessing. And I'm tired of running. Aren't you?

I became more and more confused. My brain got so fuzzy, I even began to wonder if I'd ever actually been a boy at all. Maybe I'd really been a bee for my entire life, and I'd just dreamed about being a boy.

Was it it possible that I thought a pile of clothes was a smiling girl?' - Amanda Benson

The weekend passed slowly. Todd and Danny went to a movie on Saturday. It was a comedy about space aliens trying to run a car wash. The aliens kept getting confused and washing themselves instead of the cars. In the end, they blew up the whole planet. Danny thought it was very funny. Todd thought it was dumb, but funny. On Sunday, Regina came home from Beth's. The whole family drove upstate to visit some cousins.

What was your name again? Still Eve. No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

What did I do? he said. Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

Who's your daddy?' Myrnin stared at him as if he'd gone completely mental. ' Excuse me?

What in the hell is going on around here?" she yelled. "Could you guys keep it down to aircraft-carrier noise?

He held out the hand that wasn't holding up the blankets, palm out. 'OK,' he said. 'OK, think, Collins, think - yeah, OK, this is awkward, and I'm really sorry, because I'm sure you're really - Oh, man. What the hell did I do? Was there drinking? There must have been drinking.

Monica looked even more confused. Nobody ever turned down being part of the queenbee's inner circle. After that second of vulnerability, though, her face hardened. Don't diss me,Danvers. I'm warning you. I'm not dissing you. Claire sighed. I'm ignoring you. There's a difference. Dissing you implies I think you're actually important.

Do you imagine that they're going to issue me a citation...what was your name again? Still Eve. No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

Clarity confused me. I was far less forgiving and kind than the general state of disconnection in which I liked to live.

Michael...Michael got bitten. And now he's a vampire. But he doesn't remember becoming one, and that's a big problem. So if you see him, don't, you know, hug. He bites. He doesn't mean it, though.

Are you high?" Michael asked him, in a totally colorless voice. Myrnin blinked, and looked at Claire for help. "He means, are you on drugs." "Well, obviously." "More than usual?" "Oh. No, no, just the usual doses. And where is Shreve?" "Eve," they all said in unison, and exchanged a look.

This was...This was sickeningly different. It was blind, unreasoning hate that just wanted blood and she didn't understand why. It left her feeling horrified and shaky.

Why the hell is Sam Cade here in handcuffs?

life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

Fuck me. Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

I kind of hate Nick right now, too, but there's someone else higher on my list, someone I hate more than Saddam Hussein and any asshole named Bush combined, hate more than that fuckhead who canceled 'My So-Called Life' and left me with a too-small boxed DVD set that does not answer the questions whether Angela and Jordan Catalano did it, or if Patty and Graham got a divorce, or if there really was something to all that lesbian subtext between Rayanne and Sharon.

Males are the most incomprehensible species.

Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.

But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she's watching footage of the world being blown up, and I'm the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outside.

Fuck her. Fuck her for getting in that cab. Fuck her for fucking with my mind. Fuck her for not knowing what she wants. Fuck her for dragging me into it. Fuck her for being such a fantastic kisser. Fuck her for ruining my favorite band. Fuck her for barely saying a word to me before she left. Fuck her for not waving. Fuck her for getting my hopes up. Fuck her for making my hopes useless. Fuck her for taking off with my fucking jacket. Fuck me.