Quotes About Confusion

I am trapped, and for once in my life I see no path through these Rings. Four

L-A-B-Y-R-I-N-T-H.

I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.

Brenda's pouting voice broke in, "Your girl friend's dead, and Momma thought you was dead, too.

She jerked to life, her eyes wide open. "Why did that woman give me away?" Then it all began to pour out. Why had she been given away? We'd never told her she was a foundling.

But...If that's true, then you're not...we thought you...Akira?

My thinking, far from being clearer than a crystal, was tortuous. I would read the same passage over and over again only to realize that I had no memory at all for what I had just read. Each book or poem I picked up was the same way. Incomprehensible. Nothing made sense.

I quizzed him a lot on this point and i suspect the truth was that it was like a lot of things at that age: you don't have any clear reason, you just do it. You do it because you think it might get a laugh, or because you want to see if it'll cause a stir. And when you're asked to explain afterwards, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

He was looking at me in complete innocence and I didn't know what to say. A part of me wanted badly to tell him what was going on, and I suppose I knew that to do anything else would be to betray the trust we'd built up since the moment I'd reminded him about his polo shirt. And for me to strap up his arm in a splint would have meant my becoming one of the main perpetrators of the joke.

He said cool like I say a Spanish word when I'm not sure of the pronunciation.

I had a stupid crush on a guy who barely tolerated me most of the time. Was that the kind of girl I was? Pick the jerk over the nice guy?

So do all animals react that way to you? I know you said rats steer clear. Most do. They see a human, but they smell someting else. It confuses them. Canines are the worst, though. He paused. No, cats are the worst. I really don't like cats. I laughed.

So, let me get this straight, he said to me. You save my ass and you're a loser. I stick up for you because of it and I'm a hero. How does that work? I don't know. But it's so sweet.

If I was crazy, would I know it? That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.

While his three eldest sons spent their adult lives toiling to improve the family fortunes, who had Benicio named as his heir? The illegitimate youngest son who had devoted his adult life to destroying the family business, or at least buggering it up real good. Does this make sense to anyone besides Benicio? Of course not. Either the man is a mastermind of family manipulation or just plain fucked in the head. I don't use that word much, but in some cases, nothing else fits. -Paige

My foggy brain slid away and— And I was still dressed in only my bra and panties. Well, at least it's a nice set of bra and panties. Yep, these were the thoughts going through my brain as I looked at a photo of a decapitated head on my bed.

I could point out that we have a compass, but Anders isn't just directionally challenged—put a compass in his hand, and it starts spinning, as if his very physiology foils him.

You have no idea, do you?" "No, but that sounded good when they said it on Star Trek.

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?

Is that…?" I nodded. I tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come. I handed him the paper. He finished reading it. "That's not…?" he murmured when he finished. "How…?" "Okay, what gives?" Corey said. "Personally, I wouldn't care if the U.S. declared war on Canada. Doesn't seem relevant under the circumstances.

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?" I gave a soft laugh and shook my head. "Do I at least smell better than I did yesterday?" "No. Sorry.

I don't have the same symptoms as you guys," he finally said. "But I know you think I'm something, too. Something supernatural." "There were two other terms on that list," Daiel said. " Xana and sileni ." "Which are…?" "I have no idea.

I believe you are conflating your fantasy worlds." "You

One minute we were sitting up, making out. The next we were lying on the roof, and I was on top of him, and I didn't know how I got there. I was kissing him and then, all of a sudden, I wasn't. He was holding my face in his hands, poised above his, as he panted softly, his pupils so huge I could drown in them. "Hate to ask," he said, struggling for breath. "How much did you drink?