Quotes About Confusion

I realized I was ignoring my girlfriend. I couldn't remember, was it two in the pink and one in the stink? Three in the pink and two in the stink? How many went in the stink?" ~ Jeff strand

If you don't know your passion, it confuses your mind, not your heart.

I didn't answer her. All I could have said was I don't know, a sentence that was becoming a kind of witness to our own ignorance or incompetence. Or both.

I think this is an asylum. But so is the rest of the world.

Annihilation!" she shrieked at me, flailing in confusion. "Annihilation! Annihilation!" The word seemed more meaningless the more she repeated it, like the cry of a bird with a broken wing.

Cada día sabemos más y entendemos menos.

He was as lost in this day as a chick wet from the egg.

Many people in the early 1960s shared a sense that things had gone horrifically wrong, without having a clear idea of how or when they would change.

Women still dream and hope, pin their emotions on some man who doesn't reciprocate, and end up in confusion.

I tell you, I will never understand the mystery of love. A woman comes to a man because she wants only him; then she cannot bear the sound of air moving in and out of his nostrils. She cannot bear the sight of his shadow upon the pavement!

So what don't you get? The way people talk and act like they're crazy in love, and then, ding , suddenly they're not. It's like it was all just pretend. Like it's just a game. He crunched on an ice cube. Well, sometimes it is just a game. Then how are you supposed to believe someone when it isn't ?

it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you ARE lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered a few feet off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

There were pages and pages of this. It was a confetti of thinking. It began nowhere, led to nothing, and concluded nothing.

My life had gone to bits and I was so unrecognizable to myself that I probably couldn't have picked me out of a police lineup.

When I don't know what I'm doing, I look like I don't know what I'm doing. When I'm excited or nervous, I look excited or nervous. And when I am lost, which is frequently, I look lost.

When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered a few feet off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

Cuando te pierdes en un bosque, a veces tardas un rato en darte cuenta de que te has perdido. Te puedes tirar un buen tiempo intentando convencerte de que te has alejado un poco del camino, pero que lo vas a encontrar de aquí a nada. Entonces cae la noche sin parar, y sigues sin tener ni idea de dónde estás, y ha llegado el momento de admitir que te has apartado atolondradamente del camino, tanto que ya no sabes ni siquiera por dónde sale el sol.

But a lot of people don't know exactly what their passion is or they might have multiple passions or they may be going through mid-life change of passion. All of which can leave them feeling confused and blocked and insecure.

How did they let the world get so out of control?" "I don't know, honey. But I'm not sure anybody out there really knows what they're doing.

To be honest, I didn't understand what I was doing at college, aside from fulfilling a destiny whose purpose nobody had bothered explaining to me.

I didn't know what I was doing at college aside from fulfilling a destiny that no one bothered explaining to me.

I'm disappointed in everybody,' she said after a long silence. 'In who, exactly?' I was thinking she would say the Nazis. 'The adults,' she said. 'All of them. How did they let the world get so out of control?' 'I don't know, honey. But I'm not sure anybody out there really knows what they're doing.

But a lot of people don't know exactly what their passion is, or they may have multiple passions, or they may be going through a midlife change of passion—all of which can leave them feeling confused and blocked and insecure.

This was madness; this was delirium.