Quotes About Confusion

He was in that familiar state - not that the occasion mattered to seriously to him -- of incoherent ideas spreading outward without a center, so characteristic of the present, and whose strange arithmetic adds up to a random proliferation of numbers without forming a unit.

Und es gibt auch Dinge, wo zwischen Erleben und Erfassen diese Unvergleichkeit herrscht. Immer aber ist es so, dass das, was wir in einem Augenblick ungeteilt und ohne Fragen erleben, unverständlich und verwirrt wird, wenn wir es mit den Ketten der Gedanken zu unserem bleibenden Besitze fesseln wollen. Und was groß und menscenfremd aussieht, solange unsere Worte von ferne danach langen, wird einfach und verliert das Beunruhigende, sobald es in den Tatkreis unseres Lebens eintritt.

How can I love all this so much and be insane?

Measure after measure, it's the same. We aren't classically monogamous or polygamous. As everyone from poets to divorce attorneys can attest, we are by nature profoundly confused—mildly polygynous, floating somewhere in between.

They spoke in fragments and ellipses, in paraphrastics and aposiopesis, in a style abundant in chiasmus, metonymy, meiosis, oxymoron, and zeugma; their dazzling rhetorical techniques left him baffled and uncomfortable, which beyond much doubt was their intention.

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

not true—it's not, gasped Rilla. The thing would be—ridiculous, said Gertrude Oliver—and then she laughed horribly. Susan

Because I simply couldn't make up my mind to do it. I never can make up my mind about anything myself—I'm always afflicted with indecision. Just as soon as I decide to do something I feel in my bones that another course would be the correct one. It's a dreadful misfortune, but I was born that way, and there is no use in blaming me for it, as some people do.

But then, no one really got her. No one in the world understood. Hell, if she was honest with herself, not even she understood.

As he grew accustomed to the dark, his mind seemed to stop functioning and he could no longer keep his eyes open. Was he still walking, or had he stopped? All he sensed was a wavelike motion in his head, like black ocean swells; the darkness attached itself to his mind, unsettled, flustered, confused

I just got gang-egged, or egg-banged or something. --Sheriff Toots Burns.

In the night Lorena tried to sort it out in her mind. She had been hungry so much, tired so much, scared so much, that her mind didn't work well anymore. Sometimes she would try to remember something and couldn't—it was as if her mind and memory had gone and hidden somewhere until things were better.

For a time Dish lost all sense of what life was about. He even lost the sense that he was a cowboy, the strongest sense he had to work with. He was just a fellow with a glass in his hand, whose life had suddenly turned to mud. The day before he had been a top hand, but what did that mean anymore?

There seem to be no way he could stop anything that was happening, although it all felt wrong.

Every time Roscoe tried to think back along the line of events that had led to his being in a place where there was no trees to lean against, he strayed off the line and soon got all tangled up in his thinking. It was probably better not to try and think back down the line of life.

She didn't know what to do with the severed leg. She had cut it off, but she didn't want to touch it or even look at it.

He was still the captain, but no one had seemed to notice that there was no troop and no war.

I hear the crazy. She sounds crazy. Maybe that's what happens when the bottom falls out, you lose the ability to modulate—to make your words make sense to the rest of the world.

It basically means, we don't know shit about anything

saw me. And it seemed like he was going to do the right thing. But then slowly, evenly, he shook his head. "Your father is welcome to stay on and help run the vineyard. He knows that we would love to have him. He knows that was our preference." I stared at him in disbelief. "Wow, just when I thought you might understand.

durante su niñez Tita no diferenciaba bien las lágrimas de la risa de las del llanto. Para ella reír era una manera de llorar. De igual forma confundía el gozo del vivir con el de comer. No era fácil para una persona que conoció la vida a través de la cocina entender el mundo exterior.

durante su niñez Tita no diferenciaba bien las lágrimas de la risa de las del llanto. Para ella reír era una manera de llorar. De

Tita se alejó rápidamente, dejando a John completamente desconcertado. Ella también lo estaba, pero se recuperó de inmediato al sentir en sus brazos a Roberto. Qué le importaba su destino mientras pudiera tener cerca a ese niño, que era más suyo que de nadie

Todas las aves tomaron del fuegosu figura. El pensamiento también tiene su origen en el fuego. Las lenguas de fuego pronuncian palabras tan frías y exactas como la verdad más cálida que puedan tener los labios. Recuerda que las palabras pueden crear de nuevo el universo. Cada vez que te sientas confundida contempla el fuego y entrégale tu mente.