Quotes About Confusion

I'm a mess," she said. "By every sense of the word.

You're going through your menopause and you thought you were in love.

Both women, looking different ways, kept shrugging their shoulders and asking themselves how the deuce the other could tell such whoppers!

Nunca le declaré abiertamente mi amor, pero si las miradas hablan, el más tonto habría podido advertir que me tenía trastornado el juicio.

We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!

The merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears.

still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears:

maybe one of the reasons i don't express myself as well as i want to is because inside, shoved way down into an unseen pit, i'm not sure of what i want.

It's not that simple or clear-cut - and I wonder if it ever is when it comes to matters of the heart.

I looked at my friend, overwhelmed with confusion. Unsure of what April should do. What I should do. What a strong woman would do. In fact, the only thing that I am certain of is that there are no easy answers, and that anyone who says there are has never been in our shoes.

although the truth is, I'm not quite sure how I feel.

But it's not that simple or clear-cut—and I wonder if it ever is when it comes to matters of the heart.

The name he was called was not his own, but he did not know this, so answered to it perfectly well.

Love/absence of mind - they're easily confused.

I've been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what's going to hurt.

Alice says she can't explain herself because she's not herself, she knows who she was this morning but she changed several times since then.

When I was four I didn't know about the world, or I thought it was only stories. Then Ma told me about it for real and I thought I knowed everything. But now I'm in the world all the time, I actually don't know much, I'm always confused.

she feels that surge of warmth, and this time she remembers what it means: not love but piss. Or the love that's mixed with piss and can't be separated from it.

My radar, after all these years of sanity, is still off when it comes to what people do or don't mean.

Since I'm a cat who doesn't know what I am, I wear track pants with old-skool Nikes but Gina Lollobrigida skintight sweaters. I am caught between childhood and va-va-voom.

And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity.

Argy-bargying in double-Dutch like that. Do you want

What's this? he inquired, none too pleasantly. A circus? No, Julius. It's the end of the circus. I see. And these are the clowns? Foaly's head poked through the doorway. Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?