Quotes About Confusion

This was the wrong way because - because it wasn't the right way.

Wolf longed to be with them - but they were Not-Breath. He didn't understand how this could be. Darkfur and the cubs were…not. Wolf shut his eyes. He wanted to be not too.

Je coulais un regard à George à moitié nu avec sa serviette de toilette puis à Barckley complètement nu avec son... Rien. Un vampire et un loup-garou. Je secouai la tête. C'était pourtant évident:j'avais encore fait l'un de ses rêves où j'étais Anita Blake

I glanced at George half naked in his towel, then at Barkley, completely naked in his . . . nothing. A vampire and a werewolf. I shook my head. It was obvious. I was having one of my Anita Blake dreams again.

Why were you running?" Gordon looked confused. "I wasn't going to hurt you." Bite me," I told him. He was so going to get charged with assault. I might even have to put a restraining order on his sorry ass. "Oh, wait a minute, you already did bite me, didn't you… you psycho!" He rolled his eyes. "You're really going to have to get over that if this relationship is going to have half a chance.

It's - just Bishop." "You have only one name?" Unless he was a rock star or a chess piece, it was another sign that he was having trouble thinking straight.

I'm a half-demon princess. Sure. What's so hard to grasp about that?

Fitz feels as if he ought to say something, but he's not sure what. He feels a stupid urge to to apologize, for what exactly, he doesn't know. He knows that he says "sorry" a lot.

Si ha habido quien se ha burlado de Dios, ¿por qué no hemos de burlarnos de la Razón, de la Ciencia y hasta de la Verdad? Y si nos han arrebatado nuestra más cara y más íntima esperanza vital, ¿por qué no hemos de confundirlo todo para matar el tiempo y la eternidad y para vengarnos?

Humans hardly know what they want, how they want it, or when they want it.

I must confess I get lost with all these shades of grey.

Ufthak nutted him, and Deffrow sat down rapidly, involuntarily, and in a state of some confusion.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

Your tormentors, past, present, and future, are lost in their own confusion and anguish. They didn't set out to hurt you, but to make some sense of a world that was hurting them.

no matter how many books you read, there is something in this world that you never ever ever ever ever fucking understand.

my heart clenched in my chest with a desperate love for this man who had been the hero of my life but who now was so confused he was incapable of seeing who or what was good for him

'The 17 Day Diet' keeps your body and metabolism guessing. I call this 'body confusion.'

I spend my money...I don't know on what.

Maybe you accidentally bought this thinking it was the Malala book.

Kevin's always saying things like "You've got a real deep bench, now, kid." Or "You gotta keep your eye on the ball, and you're going to push it over the goal line." And I have no idea what he is talking about, but I nod enthusiastically and say, "Sure, of course, sports," and hope he doesn't ask any follow-up questions.

He tried to press the machine into my hands, but I stepped back. He was getting too close, and besides, I didn't know what this meant. Was he trying to sell me the machine? Was he giving it to me? I had heard that in America, if a girl accepted a ring from a boy, it meant she would marry him. What about accepting a tape-playing machine? Did it mean I might have to dance with him?

there's an epidemic of ambivalence about many things these days.

I try to become more humble and more myself with every year. There was a while when I got famous where I was so confused and my head was spinning.

For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again.