Quotes About Confusion

Okay, well I think the programme is like being screamed at for an hour by a drunk with a strobe-light, but like I said--

She didn't feel like an adult. She was in no way prepared. It was as if a fire alarm had gone off in the middle of the night and she was standing on the street with her clothes bundled up in her arms.

and I have a tiny little moment of anxiety, because I can't remember whether or not we're meant to be boycotting mars bars.

I don't like it when really smart people do things that seem dumb. Makes me think I'm figuring something wrong.

My skull connects with a hard, flat thing I think is the wet asphalt pavement of the parking lot, but turns out to be a bolt of greasy lightning that knocks me off a high wall into a deep, wet place that covers me up tight under a blue-black blanket of blankness…

Please protect me through the dangers and confusion of my transient life on earth, ensuring that in all things I strive for eternal life in Heaven.

If a man comes up to you in the street and asks you for an address, is he lost or is he interrogating you?

His moods changed minute to minute, and Jan could change him quicker than anyone. The more he loved her the more mixed up he got. He was such a beautiful man, but so unstable.

A man is sometimes lost in the dust of his own raising.

Westerners become confused because they approach Russia with a Western frame of reference, not realizing that Russia is a universe based on a completely different set of values.

the therapy had indeed been troubling, for she had scratched the surface of her fears, and found beneath it a bottomless pit of anxiety and despair. The life she led was fraught with confusion, and she felt she no longer knew who she was. She remembered who she used to be and what she once wanted, but that was all gone now, and she could envision no future.

The seventh and eighth grade were for me, and for every single good and interesting person I have ever known, what the writers of the bible meant when they used the words hell and pit ...It was all over for any small feeling that one was essentially all right. One wasn't...It was springtime, for Hitler, in Germany. Anne Lamott

Since reason and love, the forces I had come to rely on in my life, have betrayed me, I am in unknown territory.

Every time the telephone rings, my stomach constricts. Long after the euphoria from meth is no longer attainable—Tennessee Williams described the equivalent with alcohol in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof: "I never again could get the click"—addicts are agitated and confused, and most stop eating and sleeping. Parents of addicts don't sleep, either.

Of course I still want to believe him. I don't think it's simply that I am gullible, but I cannot fathom the implications of his behavior. When change takes place gradually, it's difficult to comprehend its meaning.

The seventh and eighth grade were for me, and for every single good and interesting person I have ever known, what the writers of the Bible meant when they used the words hell and the pit . . . It was all over for any small feeling that one was essentially all right. One wasn't.

We're only certain ("certain only"?) about what we don't understand.

The light of love shines " in the darkness" (John 1:5), in suffering, in confusion, in all that we will never understand. Love makes darkness itself shine. This opens altogether new possibilities for dealing creatively with the shadow side of reality. Words can only serve as pointers; we must put this to the test in our own dark hours. Those who have done so, those who have suffered lovingly, have discovered the transformative power of love.

I knew I would never be able to explain myself in the language of faith, a tongue I was still fumbling with.

Uno muere a plazos, en contra de lo que pensamos. Porque el final del amor es lo más parecido a la muerte para todos aquellos que no han experimentado la muerte real, que es sin discusión lo más parecido a la muerte. Los muertos, justo antes de morirse, ponen un gesto de ah, vaya, era esto. En cambio, en el final del amor nadie entiende nada, ¿qué es esto?, nadie me había contado nada de esto, porque no reconoce a la muerte entregando uno de sus plazos.

With a Spoon?!

if you give directions for a living, then it's pretty hard to follow them.

If somebody wants to be your enemy, there's only one thing you can do. You give them exactly what they want. It confuses them and makes them wonder what you're up to.

I lean back and tilt my head so all I see are the clouds in the sky. I'm looking back inside my head with my eyes wide open. I still don't know where I'm going; I decided I'm not crazy or alien. It's just that I'm more like one of those kids they find in remote jungles or forests []. A wolf child. And they've dragged me into this fucking schizo-culture, snarling and spitting and walking around on curled knuckles.