Quotes About Confusion

Last night," he repeated, uncertain. Last night had been confused, but he did remember it. The eel party. Lucinda Joffrey, Caroline…Why on earth ought Hal to be concerned with…what, the duel? Why should his brother care about such a silly affair—and even if he did, why appear at Grey's door at the crack of dawn with his six-month-old daughter

Murray took William's choler for confusion, though, and chose to elucidate.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?" I said bleakly. "But I don't know, any more than you.

You aren't Frank," I whispered. "I am not," he agreed, surveying me with considerable interest. "Though I've a cousin of that name. I doubt, though, that it's he you have confused me with, madam. We do not resemble one another greatly.

My hands were cold, and I felt slightly sick. What in the name of God was going on? The Governor's shock at learning that I was Jamie's wife was now at least partially explained; that one glimpse of unguarded, painful yearning had told me exactly how matters stood on his side. Jamie was another question altogether.

Eejit," Ian said. "What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye're a Jew." Jamie's mouth fell open in shock. "What, me? How, then?" he demanded, looking down at himself. He'd meant his Highland dress, but Ian looked critically at him and shook his head.

It was like being caught in a meat grinder; a brief moment of total chaos, punctuated by random hard blows to the body and the sensation of being suffocated in a large, reeking hairy blanket.

What happened, she says! Aye, what indeed? I tell ye to stay all snug below wi' Marsali, and next thing I ken, ye've dropped out of the sky and landed at my feet, sopping wi' blood!

Doctors didn't know what to do with me.

You love 'Dragon Ball Z' for what it is, but when you really start to look at it, you're like, 'What the hell am I watching?' sometimes.

I'm a terrible dresser. I wouldn't know what's in or what season I'm in. It's a real effort for me not to look mad.

It's not easy being young. It's hard to know what to do.

I don't know what an email is.

I answer in the affirmative with an emphatic 'No.'

I don't know anything about this engagement stuff. I never thought I was going to get engaged.

I always had a feeling when I was a kid that I didn't really know what was going on. Everybody else knew stuff that I didn't know.

Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?" She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance. Instead, he kissed her.

I am your boy drowning in this country, who doesn't know the word for drowning and yells I am diving for the last time!

Perhaps the world is not as a simple a place as I would like it to be. No one is following any of the principles that they are supposed to.

I've found out that I don't belong anywhere anymore, I don't long to be anywhere, but I used to think I had a heart and I belonged in Austria. But one day it all comes to an end, you lose both heart and soul, and now there is something bleeding to death inside of me but I don't know what it is.

One could only be nice to each other for a while. That was the best one could do. Men and women should best keep at a safe distance, having nothing to do with each other until both had found their way out of their misunderstanding, their confusion or the disruption of all relationships. One day, something else might come. But only then. Something strong. Something mysterious. Something greater to which everyone could submit.

Once one has survived something then survival itself interferes with understanding, and you don't even know which lives came before and which is your life of today, you even mix up your own lives.

I can no longer see a path in any path.

The children are in love but do not know with what. They talk in gibberish, muse themselves into an indefinable pallor, and when they are completely at a loss they invent a language that maddens them. My fish. My hook. My fox. My snare. My fire. You my water. You my current. My earth. You my if. And you my but. Either. Or. My everything...my everything...They push one another, go for each other with their fists and scuffle over a counter-word that doesn't exist.