Quotes About Confusion

I didn't know what that meant, but it was a good job title and honestly it made me a little jealous.

It could be one more weird anomaly in this unending cycle of what the fuck.

You dislike your function. I don't understand how that is possible.

For one thing, the shows and serials were trying to communicate accurately with the viewer. As far as I could tell, real humans usually didn't know what the hell they were doing.

Where the fuck was TranRollinHyfa?

Lots of shifting diagrams and numbers that might as well have been abstract art as far as I was concerned.

You should never refer to the clients as targets; you don't want to get confused at the wrong moment.

opposed to the reality, which was that I was one whole confused entity, with no idea what I wanted to do. What I should do. What I needed to do.

It was obvious Station Security was out of its collective depth here. (At least it was obvious to me.)

It makes it sound like the halves are discrete...As opposed to the reality, which was that I was one whole confused entity, with no idea what I wanted to do.

Okay, so. Good news: I'm not having some kind of memory or system crash, this was really ART. Bad news: what the fuck?

Trying to make sense of evil will only give you a headache. Evil is for evil's sake, period. Its only goal is chaos and destruction.

The CIA later found out that Sandoz had never produced LSD in quantities even remotely resembling ten kilograms. Apparently only ten milligrams were for sale, but a CIA contact in Switzerland mistook a kilogram, 1000 grams, for a milligram (.001 grams), which would explain the huge discrepancy.

I think it's a very confused culture. On the one hand, no one is better than anyone else; no one is prettier. On the other hand, everyone is completely obsessed by their looks and by how they strike the world. On the one hand, we're all equal; on the other hand, everyone's a superstar. It's all very irrational, like all ideology.

Those who tell of two ways and praise one are recognized as prophets or great teachers. They save men from confusion and hard choices. They offer a single choice that is easy to make because those who do not take the path that is commended to them live a wretched life. To walk far on this path may be difficult, but the choice is easy, and to hear the celebration of this path is pleasant. Wisdom offers simple schemes, but truth is not so simple.

It didn't make any sense If someone was out to kill David, why drug him first? The killer could have just shot him and have done with it.  Why take the time to drug him?  Nothing made much sense at the moment.  He wondered if it ever would. Looking at all the reports and interviews, Draker was puzzled: a murder case, the victim was drugged then shot and it was made to look like he had committed suicide but why?

on November 6: in the rapidity and confusion of the advance, Douglas MacArthur, commanding an infantry brigade, was taken prisoner by his own side. Thinking he was a German officer, vigilant American sentries brought him in at pistol point. The mistake was quickly discovered, once MacArthur had taken off his unusual floppy hat and long scarf.

Symptoms of growth may look like breakdown or derangement; the more we are allowed by the love of others and by self-understanding to live through our derangement into the new arrangement, the luckier we are. It is unfortunate when our anxiety over what looks like personal confusion or dereliction blinds us to the forces of liberation at work.

Here again you confuse and mix everything up in your usual way.

Bewilderment is the true comprehension. Not to know where you are going is the true knowledge.

what I am after in this dispute is to me something serious, necessary, and indeed eternal, something of such a kind and such importance that it ought to be asserted and defended to the death, even if the whole world had not only to be thrown into strife and confusion, but actually to return to total chaos and be reduced to nothingness.

Your writings and head are disordered and mixed up, so that it is exceedingly annoying to read and difficult to remember what you write.

Hatred paralyses life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

Hatred paralyzes life love releases it. Hatred confuses life love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life love illumines it.