Quotes About Confusion

You get conditioned to it and confused by it, and then you don't know what's going on.

begin to fear the abuser and to realize that she is being abused. If she confronts the abuser, if he is unwilling to change, if he becomes angrier and more abusive or more manipulative and confusing, if she asks him to stop it and he refuses or continues to

Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.

But what was I but a scared child lost in a strange world? How could I replace all that been lost? Where was my place in the world?

she thought that 9Am was in the middle of the night

I worry sometimes that we're apt to confuse forgiveness with forgetfulness. The potency of forgiveness comes precisely from the fact that it must be done while being goaded by an unhappy memory.

What the hell are we supposed to do!" Nixon exploded in exasperation. "Paint our asses white and run with the antelopes!

Sometimes fear and confusion can blunt your perceptions. You become so driven to make sense of things, to identify the dangers lurking around the next corner, that you neglect to see the wonders all around you.

I fell asleep among the beer mugs and when I woke, I couldn't think where I was.

All was strange in a fog, buildings grew vague, human beings groped and became lost, the landmarks, the compass points, by which they navigated melted into nothingness and the world was transfigured into a country of the blind. But if the sighted became blind, then the blind - and for some odd reason I have always regarded myself as one of the blind - the blind became sighted, and I remember felling at home in the fog, happily at ease in the murk and gloom that so confused my neighbors.

Ces après-midi d'été où vous ne savez plus très bien en quelle année vous êtes.

Who cares even if I didn't?!" Conor shouted back. "They're just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary . Oh, please, please, save me from the berries !" The monster looked at him quizzically. How strange , it said. The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seems to suggest otherwise.

I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.

Oh, forget it," he says with feeling. "Nobody knows anything.

She waits to see how I take this. I have no idea how I take this.

Honestly. Adults. How do they live in the world? (Or maybe that is how they live in the world.)

Chaos and confusion and Noise Noise Noise

WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON?" I roar, but I don't say "eff", now do I? Cuz it seems the situashun calls for something a little stronger. "WHAT EFFING PLAN?

You have let your devil get away from you." He looked genuinely confused. "To what other purpose is a devil?

Because nothing I did with Charlie ever once felt like that kiss with Jack.

This must be insanity. (But I'm as sane as anyone.)

They will not be pleased. But they know we must catch the monsoon with a well-found ship; and they know they are in the Navy--they have chosen their cake, and must lie on it.' You mean, they cannot have their bed and eat it.' No, no, it is not quite that either. I mean--I wish you would not confuse my mind, Stephen.

It was about the hysteria, the mythmaking, and the misunderstanding that had twisted

At one point, McKee telephoned his mother, from the home of a nearby priest, and asked her to bring him a change of clothes. She and his aunts drove down, but when they arrived at the house, Kevin was gone. A man was there. "Take the clothes with you," he said. "He'll not be back.