Quotes About Confusion

Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands? If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. And I can't eat, can't sleep, can't sit still or fix things

They want to stop but they can't stop. They don't know what they're doing.

And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them, and you realize the person who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be, and you don't trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.

becoming ever lost.

You just wanted to play in your own backyard, but you don't know where your own yard is, exactly.

Explaining will get us nowhere.

I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do.

I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.

you found you were saying yes when you meant no, and "We've got to be together in this thing" when you meant the very opposite ... and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didn't know who you were. And how could anyone else be blamed for that?

he wanted to discuss his strange compulsion to let people know the worst about himself—this confusion of what was weak and ugly in himself with what was "interesting

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.

what's your name?" what?" i asked, squinting at the light. your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. you know my name." I want you to tell me." Rose. Rose Hathaway." Do you know your birthday?" Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,

Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.

You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.

Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?

ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

You forget: I have an addictive personality. I'm addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I'd still come back to you. Just keep things honest, okay? Tell me what you're feeling. If you're feeling something for Dimitri that's confusing you, tell me. We'll work it out.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

Is Adrian here?" "Who?" "Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes." She frowned. "Do you mean Jet?" "I … I'm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?" The girl nodded sagely. "Yup. You must mean Jet.

He leaned closer to me and then seemed shocked as he realized what he was doing. "Why would you do that? Why would you do that for me?

Oh, God. I'm trapped in the fucking Chronicles of Narnia." "I'm sure that would be an amusing reference, if I understood it.

Ma'am?" She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. "Hmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne." "Melrose," I corrected. "Are you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia." "Well, my first name is Sydney," I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.