Quotes About Confusion

The room was beginning to darken and spin.

His air of innocent questioning confused me. Either he really didn't know what he was saying, or he had a career waiting in Hollywood.

Russian?" I asked dumbly. I do that sometimes.

Pacing from room to room and in each window a different version of a framed woman unable to rest, set against a sky full of beating wings and abandoned directions. Her five chambered heart filling with the panic of birds, asking: What? What if not this?

checks the sick soggy plaster with his finger, the wet paint leaving a mark on his skin. The stains on the walls make maps of countries he can't recognize, he can't name.

There is no way back to certainty, simplicity and innocence, only the way forward into confusion, uncertainty and knowingness. The gasps of wonder become the sardonic bark of disbelief. Absurdity is the new sublime

Hell is the impossibility of reason.

When I speak about zazen, what comes to mind first is the following passage from the Dan-gyo, a record of the life and sayings of the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Eno Daikan (Hui-neng Ta-chien):30 Za (sitting) means to not give rise to thoughts (no dualism) under any circumstance. Zen (meditation) means to see your original nature and not become confused.

To an outsider, the chaos might appear overwhelming.

One day you and I will have to have a little talk about this business called love. I still don't understand what it's all about. My guess is that it's just a gigantic hoax, invented to keep people quiet and diverted. Everyone talks about love: the priests, the advertising posters, the literati, and the politicians, those of them who make love. And in speaking of love and offering it as a panacea for every tragedy, they would and betray and kill both body and soul.

Too many non-achievers confuse humility with humiliation.

After half a millennium of dominance, the West is being eclipsed in the global era, the United States as the lead society in the West stands on the verge of relative if not absolute decline, and much of the Christian Church in both Europe and North America is in a sorry state of weakness, confusion, unfaithfulness and cultural captivity.

The world, after all, was still a place of bottomless horror. It was by no means a place of childlike simplicity where everything could be settled by a simple then-and-there decision.

My eyes would swim in my head, and the whole world grow dark before me, so that I felt half out of my mind.

Of course, I intended to die without telling a soul about my illness. Without anyone knowing, I would secretly deteriorate. Actually, I felt that there was nothing else I could do. I had no alternatives. Shouldn't I be resolved to die as a peasant in my horribly confused final circumstance? I had no excuses. It was not because life suddenly became precious, but the forced pretense until yesterday had disappeared.

Cuanto más pienso, menos entiendo. Me persigue la inquietud y el miedo de sentirme diferente a todos. Casi no puedo conversar con los que me rodean. No sé qué decir, ni cómo decirlo.

I don't understand the world." "I don't either. I wonder if anyone does. We all remain children, no matter how much time goes by. We don't understand anything.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

[T]he recognition of private property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a man with what he possesses. It has led Individualism entirely astray. It has made gain, not growth its aim. So that man thought that the important thing is to have, and did not know that the important thing is to be.

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

I can't find my mother

I fear you will be understood only by those who wear the helpless smile of people who have lost themselves in the dark wood

[Chaos] A rough, unordered mass of things.

You never really know what's going on inside Tony Iommi's head. He's the total opposite of me, in other words: no one's ever in any doubt about what's going on in the pile of old jelly inside my thick skull.