Quotes About Confusion

Well so am I." She stared at the coverlet. "What I said…earlier," she faltered, glancing at him and then away. "I was overwrought and tired, and I guess I kind of got carried away." "You mistook a chill for true love?

After that, he tried to go upstairs through the broom cupboard, and then the yard. This seemed to puzzle him a little. But finally he discovered the stairs, all except the bottom on, and fell up them on his face. The whole castle shook.

Where's school? he shrieked at her. I'm missing cricket practice! For half an hour after that the hospital was in total confusion, while everyone tried to catch a five-foot corpse clothed mostly in a flying sheet, which raced up and down the corridors shrieking that it was missing cricket practice.

His bedroom door did escape him. "What a lie that was!" Howl remarked as he walked into the wall. "My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me." He walked into the wall several times more, in several different places, before he discovered his bedroom door and crashed his way through it. Sophie could hear him falling about, saying that his bed was dodging.

I don't know, Your Majesty. He's a mess.

Oh, hello, Howl," Michael said helplessly.

Honestly, David, sometimes when they all start I don't know whether to scream or just walk out into the sunset. [...] - Why don't you do both? Walk into the sunset screaming?

In fact, I had time to be maddened by Christopher generally. He would keep calling me Grant in that superior way, and there were times when I wanted to hit him for it, or shout that it was only my alias, or - anyway he really annoyed me. Then he would say something that doubled me up with laughter and I discovered I liked him again. It was truly confusing.

Growing up in a household where something is terribly wrong, you feel the weight of that mysterious something even though it's unspoken. It eats at you. Confuses you. It leaves you wondering if your view of the world will ever make sense.

There's no way that can be the river, Rhiow said. Rhi, the ceiling of Grand Central-- Saash said. It's backward, Rhiow snapped, thank you very much, I know all about it. Is it? Saash said. Which direction are you coming at it from? Rhiow closed her mouth and thought about that.

you feeling?" "Not—We're

I pushed my pile of papers to one side, stroked Shadow and stared into the fire, longing for the comfort of a story where everything had been planned well in advance, where the confusion of the middle was invented only for my enjoyment, and where I could measure how far away the solution was by feeling the thickness of pages still to come. I had no idea how many pages it would take to complete the story of Emmeline and Adeline, nor even whether there would be time to complete it.

There's a great many things hard to fathom in darkness that set themselves straight in the light of day.

It's complicated' says either I'm too stupid to figure it out, or I'm not in the inner circle for privy information." Not

couldn't find a way into a way out

Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused.…Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen." —George Saunders

but it is always dreadful when the pictures in front of one's eyes become meaningless and the real word is there instead and seems meaningless, too.

What is this insurmountable barrier round him? What's it made of? Where did it come from?

deep down, in some vague, mixed way I had been letting myself hope that he didn't really care for her, that it was me he loved and that kissing me would have made him realise it...

She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.

I drove all night, northeast, and once again I felt it was literature I had been confronting these past days, the archetypes of the dismal mystery, sons and daughters of the archetypes, images that could not be certain which of two confusions held less terror, their own or what their own might become if it ever faced the truth. I drove at insane speeds.

There's just so much time set aside for baffled reaction. I believe we've reached the limit.

No, no, no, no. Who are you? What is this? Don't leave. They're leaving. They've left.

I have become an enigma to myself. So said Saint Augustine. And herein lies my sickness.