Quotes About Confusion

I barely remembered my father; I'm confused between genuine memory and the few photographs that survived.

I was in preschool and a girl actually kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what it meant, so I instantly grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips. And, then I got suspended.

The face of our sport is Dana White and out here in conservative New York, the way people think, bald-headed, tattoo'd, swearing people are just not a good representative of our brand and unfortunately people think that Dana White speaks for MMA, and they're confused.

I actually started, as a result of 'Scandal,' instead of wearing a bathrobe, wearing sweaters around at home in my leisure. And my poor husband was very confused! I said, 'It's what Olivia Pope does'.

I remember there was days when I would do six, seven countries in a day, you'd just be flying around and I'd get up in the morning and not know what I was doing. In one day I'd fly to Belgium and then off to Sweden and then do a gig in Leeds, I literally didn't know what I was doing from day to day.

I enthuse about Scrivener to all of my friends. Some of them even listen to me and download it. This is often swiftly followed by an email complaining that it's all very confusing, and they'll stick to Microsoft Word, thanks.

People were actually approaching me on the street and thinking that I was an athlete. They couldn't quite place it, but a runner, or swimmer or something.

It's very hard to do that many things at the same time - having to dance and sing and be on a horse with a sword. It does get quite confusing.

I just feel a bit out of my depth in Sydney.

There are indeed 'values' in the Harry Potter series, but they're confused with anti-values. Potterworld is a scrambled moral universe. There are Christian symbols in the series, but the author misappropriates them, mutates them, and integrates them into a supposedly larger and broader system where evil symbols are dominant.

You can watch a little bit of war from your nice living room - 30 seconds of what's going on in Syria - and when you've had enough, switch over to some celebrity programme. We live our life through screens and images in this way, and we don't know what is real or fake anymore. It doesn't matter.

The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.

I thought you left me." Alice was standing in front of the bathroom looking all wounded. "Me?" I said. "No way.

While the rest of the class is hanging on every syllable that comes out of Mr. Landau's mouth, I'm looking at the false tongue poster and I'm kind of wishing it wasn't wrong. There's something nice about those thick black arrows: sour here, salty there, like there's a right place for everything. Instead of the total confusion the human tongue actually turns out to be.

Sex can look like love if you don't know what love looks like.

I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.

It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.

I'm a Snorlax! This morning we found a field with pineapples. I was so happy that after I finished them off I evolved from a Munchlax! Mom: Munchie, wake up! Time to eat! Me: Awwww, mom… WAIT! EAT??? YES!!! Munch. Munch. Munchlax. Munch. Nom. Nom. Nom. What's this? Pineapples?! YAY! Munch. Munch. Huh? What is happening, mom?!

At first I could not believe what I was reading. I got up from my seat and walked away, talking to myself that I may have found my mom.

It's hard to talk about love because most of the time, we have no idea what we're talking about. We mutter; we fumble; we blush; we purchase plush toys. None of it makes sense.

He's lost his way, but he's not lost.

Religion is so frequently a source of confusion in political life, and so frequently dangerous to democracy, precisely because it introduces absolutes into the realm of relative values.

De camera staat nu op zijn kop. Met mijn voeten hang ik aan de straten van de stad, mijn hoofd zwabbert in de leegte. Trams slaan vonken uit de ruimte. Lantaarnpalen breken los uit het trottoir en storten de diepte in. De regisseur is verliefd geworden op zijn effect en vergeet z'n levensgevaarlijk rondscharrelende hoofdrolspeler. Ik raak verward in de glanzend berijpte takken van een boom.

so that there resulted a chaos as disordered as the poets ever feigned