Quotes About Confusion

We have done but greenly,In hugger-mugger to inter him.

Mad world! mad kings, mad composition!

I am amaz'd, methinks, and lose my wayAmong the thorns and dangers of this world.

Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Lady you bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Blake, I know you don't live on Butt St, Uranus.

Truth be told, these fuckers don't know their elbows from their assholes.

It's good to change. If the change brings about confusion, who cares? Confusion makes you think. And that's another good thing.

Everything was askew—this whole time on earth, his time for being alive, was aberrant. Three

Bullets an stuff be flying all over. It is something I simply cannot understand - why in hell is we doing all this, anyway? Playing football is one thing. But this, I do not know why. Goddamn.

I don't know what's going on about this feeling you got me feeling'Cause everytime I try to leave I'm right back again.

Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind.

I know what I think but I don't know how to put it into words. Maybe I could get a little bit drunk and dance it for you.

The truth is that at the time, I didn't have a genuine awareness of why I was so pissed off or even specifically who I was pissed off at. I was just pissed off.

Te ríes cuando deberías horrorizarte. Te enamoras de mí cuando más bien tendrías que esquivarme.

Since that time, I've had many similar moments, and I can never hear the words "family" and "home" without feeling that they sound strange, never simply hear them and let them go. When I stop to examine them, though, the words seem hollow, seem to rattle at my feet like empty cans.

I don't really know why I'm crying. I can't explain it myself, much less stop it.

When you lost your voice, you lost the ability to make sense of yourself.

It is the Mind, That is the Mind, Confusing the Mind. Do not leave the Mind, O Mind, To the Mind.

In the final analysis,power is a misunderstanding: you think you know then you realize you have made a thumping mistake.

I love him, she thought. I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him. I've tried, I've strained to love him but I can't. I am building a life with a man I don't love, and I don't know what to do about it.

I had made this mistake once before, on a school trip to the Victoria and Albert Museum, when I followed a sign marked WOMEN, thinking it was an exhibition on the changing roles of women in society, and actually ended up standing in the ladies' toilets.

I love him, she thought, I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him.

Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of such glorious confusion.