Quotes About Confusion

I was not jealous of his intelligence — he is entirely superficial, which is why he never knows what to look like. Or what music to make. Or whether to be a boy or a girl.

Znaš li šta me zbunjuje? Primje?ujem kako se proteklih sedmica promijenila slika koju sam sebi složio o tvome ocu. Pristupam mu s više obzira. To me zbunjuje jer mi pokazuje koliko su ograni?ena ?vrsta znanja i uvjerenja, koliko su nepovezana s iskustvima.

He was just a boy. She was just a girl. It was biologically determined that things would be complicated.

The women called to one another, shouted at the stupid beasts that milled in confusion, cursed when one enterprising animal made a run for the open plain. Uaithne's braids burned in the sun like rivers of hot Irish gold as she chased it and brought it down in a tangle of legs.

Being puzzled mad him anxious. Being anxious made him angry.

The arms that Thenike wrapped around her waist for support were strong and hard. Marghe wanted to lean into them and weep for what she had lost, though she did not know whether the loss was good or bad, or even real.

She could speak if she chose, but she was not ready to choose because she did not understand.

I didn't know what to make of this fey mood. He was the one who was supposed to make conversations easier.

There was something about alliances she could not quite see, but the more she thought about it the less clear it became, so she set it aside for later.

She would shout at the girl and rant, confusing her, confusing the tales, for now Elen herself was in them.

You're confusing me." "It's a confusing world.

The look she gave me was full of meaning, but I had no idea what it was.

Het volkse verwarren met het democratische is de strategie van de democraat.

Classifying is the first step toward understanding; persisting in classifying is the first step toward confusion.

A confused idea attracts a fool like a flame attracts an insect.

Since the Red Guards had removed the goods displayed in the windows of the shops, Mao's official portraits were put there. A person walking down the streets in the shopping district would not only be confused by rows of shops bearing the same name, but also had the uncanny feeling of being watched by a hundred faces of Mao.

The foster home they were leaving was no place to be. The mother, Mrs. Boone, slapped Paris around every time her real daughter did something that called for punishment....After each beating, the daughter, Lisa, would swear she had no clue how her mama got the mistaken notion that Paris was the one who'd smashed a favorite vase, or stained the kitchen tablecloth, or whatever. My name is Paris, not Stupid, Paris would say to herself.

You know, it's pretty easy reading this book to see why I was angry and confused for all those years. I lived my life being told different stories: some true, some lies and I still don't know which is which. Children are born innocent. At birth we are very much like a new hard drive - no viruses, no bad information, no crap that's been downloaded into it yet. It's what we feed into that hard drive, or in my case "head drive" that starts the corruption of the files.

My dick didn't seem to be aware that she was there. She kept asking me what was wrong, and I was so out of it that I thought she meant what was wrong with the world, so I started talking about global poverty and shit. I'm not surprised she left. I suspect she won't be coming back.

Manilov was pleased by these final words, but he still couldn't make sense of the deal itself, and for want of an answer, he began sucking his clay pipe so hard that it started to wheeze like a bassoon. He seemed to be trying to extract from it an opinion about this unprecedented business; but the clay pipe only wheezed and said nothing.

Godine 2000, aprila 43.; Martobra 86. Izme?u dana i no?i; Datum nikoji Dan je bio bez datuma; Datuma se ne se?am. Meseca tako?e nije bilo. Bilo je vrag bi ga znao šta.; Datum 1.; Madrid Februarij trideseti; Januar iste te godine, koji je nastupio posle februara; 25. datum; Datum 34 godine Februar 349.

Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all:

no, that I just do not understand, I decidedly do not understand! But what is strangest, what is most incomprehensible of all is how authors can choose such subjects … I confess, that is utterly inconceivable, it is simply … no, no, I utterly fail to understand.

Sanki cinler periler dünyay? binlerce parçaya ay?rm??lar, sonra da bu parçalar? anlams?zca, geli?igüzel bir araya getirmi?ler.