Quotes About Confusion

The labels on the little bottles and boxes do not tell you which one is the sleeping pill. Instead they have names, long strange names that slide out of shape while you are reading them. They sound like kings from history or alien planets. There are hundreds of them.

There are chickens, there are eggs, there are deaf girls singing karaoke. Nothing makes sense anymore.

And Chris remembers: what they used to talk about was desire. Impossible, longing dreams. Delirious, aching confusion. That was the vital element they lived off … because it was the one thing that mattered. Not things, or achievements, or politics, or fracking or anything else: just sweet naked blameless unending desire.

Cavett. "What makes you stuck?" Simon. "Well, everywhere I went led me to where I didn't want to be, so I was stuck

Cavett: What makes you stuck? Simon: Well, everywhere I went led me to where I didn't want to be, so I was stuck.

The confused murmur of his nights began to rise, expected but not familiar

It could be that you have the wrong hands, or the wrong face. It is not your imagination. You do. You have. It is emerging as the condition of our age. Every day there are new ways of being wrong. Explosions are common, but that is not it. We are waking up to it. We are opening our wrong eyes.

My friend Harry just sent me a toilet seat for my birthday. I am not sure what he is trying to tell me!

Well, I, Amber Brown, am green with envy. I am not only green….. I am feeling blue….. I am seeing red….. I am purple with anger….. I am not feeling like a rainbow. I am feeling plaid. All of these colors mix together to make a not very pretty pattern. I, Amber Brown, do not like plaid.

Searching out something important and going astray look exactly the same for a while, in fact.

Who, when you got right down to it, knew a goddamned thing about love?

The pilgrims and the lost often did look the same,

All I knew of men beyond farm life and work were the warm, confusing thoughts I sometimes had late at night now, about being touched or taken, thoughts that could make my cheeks hot even when I was alone in my hut.

What had I done or not done? Was it that I'd laughed at him—at us? As I lay there feeling stunned and confused, Jock began to snore lightly. How could he sleep at such a moment? It was our wedding night, and I was alone. I

But we've never really understood why she stays with Troy, honestly. He's incapable of being faithful, even when they were first dating. A man like that doesn't change, and Emily should have so much more, should have her pick of anyone. It's never made any sense.

Before the nausea set in, we had managed to make love on my narrow bunk, but the whole thing was such a tangle of elbows and knees and bumping chins, I barely knew the thing was happening before it was over. Afterwards, he kissed my cheek and said, "That was lovely, sweetheart." Then he crawled out of my bunk and into his, while I was left feeling just as lost and confused as I had been on our wedding night. Jock

I don't have a bank account because I don't know my mother's maiden name.

Confusion is not a bad thing. It's not doubt that makes a man mad. It's certainty.

You sweet thing," he murmured. "You're the sweetest thing. I don't know what to do, what to do, Tania." He kissed her lips

You looked at me like I broke your heart, yet I didn't know you at all.

a veces ya no sé distinguir lo que es verdad de lo que no lo es.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

Heaven reveal some way in pity, Though I doubt it has the power; When in such confused abysses, Heaven is all one fearful presage, And the world itself a riddle.

ROSAURA: Hipogrifo violento que corriste parejas con el viento, ¿dónde, rayo sin llama, pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama, y bruto sin instinto natural, al confuso laberinto de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas? Quédate en este monte, donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte; que yo, sin más camino que el que me dan las leyes del destino, ciega y desesperada bajaré la cabeza enmarañada de este monte eminente,