Quotes About Confusion

Anton steals a glance back at me and I smile and confuse him more. I understand. The way you can get caught up in things, find yourself floating, heading towards trouble you can hardly avoid.

Do you ever think 'how did I end up here'? Like you are in a maze and totally lost and it's all your fault because you were the one who made every turn?... Do you? Or is this maze just for me?

A deep, dreamless nothing, and now – thanks to the ring of a phone alarm – she was awake and didn't know where she was.

But she'll be there in the bathroom and she won't know how she got there.' 'And have you never walked into a room and wondered what you came in for? Have you never forgotten what you just did?

Two plus two equals car accident.

Y luego la entropía entra en escena, por supuesto. Se pierde el paraíso. Babel y el diluvio traen confusión y desorden; lo que era una elegante jerarquía se convierte en un caos de tribus y naciones.

And then entropy sets to work, as it will. Paradise is lost; Babel and the Flood bring confusion and disorder; what was an elegant hierarchy becomes a mess of tribes and nations.

Hell is destruction from the presence of the Lord, Th2 1:9. It is a perpetual banishment from the fountain of all good. This is the choice of sinners; and so shall their doom be, to their eternal confusion.

The justice and truth of God are here written in bloody characters, for the conviction or the confusion of all those that make a jest of his threatenings. Let them not be deceived, God is not mocked.

Everett's quick conversion to the war cause after Sumter was just as typical of the North as had been his confusion during the secession winter.

We can move gradually from total confusion, dominated by hatred and other mental poisons, to an intermediate stage of serenity, altruistic joy, and self-mastery before finally arriving at enlightenment, which will give us a true vision of phenomena's ultimate nature. At that point, knowledge functions with an immediate certitude that transcends discursive thought.

To imagine happiness as the achievement of all our wishes and passions is to confuse the legitimate aspiration to inner fulfillment with a utopia that inevitably leads to frustration.

Combien d'êtres confus, passionnés ou timorés se sont égarés dans les aberrations d'une vie qui passe aussi rapidement qu'un geste furtif ?

When they hypnotize us, ammonia becomes rose water, charcoal becomes chocolate, a top hat becomes a baby to be cradled. We drink, we eat, we rock our long-lost babies from the before. Their questions are never to do with the before. What before? What is the question? We are never sure, only that they have one and they have an answer, too. To be hypnotizable is proof of the invisible lesion on our brains and so proof of our hysteria.

The older I get the more mixed up life seems. When you're little, it's all so plain. It's all laid out like a game ready to play. You think you know exactly how it's going to go. But things happen...

I wonder, I thought, what I am really thinking. Last week I would have known definitely but now everything seemed vague and evasive.

She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All

They who were so important, who wanted to create the world, are dumbfounded; everything crumbles.

It is to be remarked that, during this period, nearly all the women at the Court of France were called either Jeanne or Marguerite and the men Philippe, Charles or Louis, which does not make the historian's task any the easier and has frequently given rise to confusion.

worse than amnesia, the loss of all memory. It is the chaotic falsification of memory. Dementia.

No one knew me until I met my wife Lulu. Lulu's mother used to ask, Which one is Maurice? For six months she thought Lulu was dating Barry.

History and experience tell us that moral progress comes not in comfortable and complacent times, but out of trial and confusion." Gerald R. Ford, thirty-eighth President of the United States of America. Served 1974–1977. The

Inside my head, I shit my pants.

What a privilege and opportunity it is to utterly come to the end of one's hope-not only to run out of answers, but to run out of questions. To be beyond fighting, to come to that suspended animation where we are so confused and so weak that we can neither fight or run. When you come to the end of yourself, you find the beginning of God. And there and nowhere else, you find the answers you seek. You find fulfillment for the longings of your soul.