Quotes About Confusion

the human brain, no matter what region of the world it comes from, is drawn toward clarity and away from confusion.

Why? Because the human brain, no matter what region of the world it comes from, is drawn toward clarity and away from confusion.

Clowns, hoboes, gypsies, and furry animals of all kinds scattered madly and dived for cover. No doubt they thought I'd finally lost it and was planning to lob more grenades.

Cubitum eamus? What? Nothing.

If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me.

Clearly something had gone wrong, badly, only I wasn't quite sure what—apart from knowing that I was responsible somehow, in the generalized miasma of shame and unworthiness and being-a-burden that never quite left me.

As for Charles – well, basically, he likes girls. If he's drunk, I'll do. But – just when I've managed to harden my heart, he'll turn around and be so sweet. I always fall for it. I don't know why.

There was a strong sense of being alone, in wintry deadness. Nothing made sense in any direction.

How had I fetched up into this strange new life, where drunk foreigners shouted around me in the night, and all my clothes were dirty, and nobody loved me?

Sometimes when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over

Henry. Please. I was on the verge of tears. What's the matter with you? Have you lost your mind? Don't you understand what's going on? He stood up, dusted his hands on his trousers.

Everything was lost, I had fallen off the map: the disorientation of being in the wrong apartment, with the wrong family, was wearing me down, so I felt groggy and punch-drunk, weepy almost, like an interrogated prisoner prevented from sleeping for days. Over and over, I kept thinking I've got to go home and then, for the millionth time, I can't.

For weeks, I'd been frozen, sealed-off; now, in the shower, I would turn up the water as hard as it would go and howl, silently. Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.

but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

But – just when I've managed to harden my heart, he'll turn around and be so sweet. I always fall for it. I don't know why.

Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones?»

Together, they were like one of those superhero alliances in the comic books, invincible, an unconquerable confederation of boredom and confusion.

Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.

Delirium: unmoored and drifting.

When I'd asked Mrs. Barbour where the washing machine was, she'd looked at me as if I'd asked for lye and lard to boil up for soap.)

Pero la verdad lisa y llana es que los hombres seguirán confundiendo dos cosas que son diferentes: La justificación y la santificación: - En cuanto a justificación las palabras para decirle al hombre son: "Cree, sólo cree". - En cuanto a santificación las palabras tienen que ser: "Mantente en guardia, ora y lucha". Lo que Dios ha dividido, no lo mezclemos y confundamos nosotros.

It is necessary to avoid confusion between the strength of a structure and the strength of a material.

Z: "You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck." Phury: "That was you?" Z:"You think it was Santa Claus or some shit?