Quotes About Confusion

Reading more books will only confuse you more and you will be dreaming about success instead of becoming successful yourself.

The effects of using too much reasoning are that we end up questioning the existence of God, or the Creator, including our own existences. To doubt everything, including the weapon, reason itself, which helped us to reach this land of confusion.

The first mistake we make is to confuse the words between symptom and disease. Most medications only cure the symptoms and not the disease itself.

The mind appears to be a very confusing planet in which to reside. We are lucky to be blessed with different mentalities.

Theologians have done more harm than religious beliefs. Just as metaphysicians have confused our minds with abstract concepts.

There is a thin line between respect and fear. Some people end up confusing or mixing the two.

Those who are confused and refer to Jesus as a god, there is no doubt that Jesus was a great man of God sent to carry the message to the lost sheep.

Those who claim that we cannot understand religious scriptures are the ones who wish to keep us more confused than before.

True love is so strong and at the same time confusing to understand—Perhaps, the force that move the planets is the same force that moves two lovers. Only God knows!

Males and females are in a state of gender upheaval and confusion.

Erwachsene! Was für ein trauriger Haufen. Verstehen nichts. Kein Wunder, dass es auf der Welt die ganze Zeit drunter und drüber geht.

Someone who truly understands who he or she is in Christ is further along the road to genuine holiness than someone who, in confusion, anxiously imagines that the new life is the result, rather than the starting-point, of the daily battle with temptation.

I received mercy, because in my unbelief I didn't know what I was doing.

Thus (a) understanding the world, (b) understanding reality, and (c) understanding myself all threaten to collapse into a morass, a smog of unknowing, of not even knowing what "knowing" itself might mean.

so far as I can tell, most people simply don't know what orthodox Christian belief is.

We have also seen that it is easy to mistake literary representation (the use of vivid imagery to denote space-time reality and connote its theological significance) for metaphysical representation (whereby a 'spiritual' or 'transcendent' being is the heavenly counterpart of an earthly reality); and that in this confusion it is all too easy to imagine that language which, in a culture other than our own, would be recognized as highly figurative, is flatly literal.

The fruit in the garden was not about knowledge, but about not knowing, about looking into a face and having no idea whether you should kiss it or strike it. Hell is a thousand such small abysses.

He's awake?" "Yes, and thinks he's a brain in a jar. Can I take the tape off his eyes?

Her lush and scalding heat had alternately confused and angered me. Why, I'd thought, couldn't she be like other mothers? Soft and warm and comfortable. Yet at the same time, I'd been proud of having a mother others craved. Fucked up wasn't the half of it.

despite what she said, she knew the

I cannot love two people at once," Becky told William. "No. You can't," he said. "Well, then. That's all right, then. Of course one can't, I mean to say, I wasn't sure you hadn't mistaken any aspect of our friendship for something else." Her heart stood still and it raced, all at once. "Because you don't love him," William said.

That man makes me feel like I have my bonnet on backwards.

The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.

Gradually, from 1862 onward, Faraday's health deteriorated and his mental grasp of what was going on around him crumbled; the present and the past were equally confused in his mind. In a last letter to a close friend, he wrote: My Dear Schönbein, Again and again, I tear up my letters, for I write nonsense. I cannot spell or write a line continuously. Whether I shall ever recover—this confusion—I do not know. I will not write anymore