Quotes About Confusion

I can't tell anymore when I'm asleep and when I'm awake, or which is worse.

First thought: It was a dream Second thought: No it wasn't Third thought: Crap

She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead. You're lost! You're angry! You're in the wrong school! You're in the wrong country! You're on the wrong planet!

If that was life, then it was twisted.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

The girl reflected back from the window in front of me has poinsettias growing out of her belly and head. She's the shape of a breakfast-link sausage standing on broomstick legs, her arms made from twigs, her face blurred with an eraser. I know that this is me, but it's not me, not really. I don't know what I look like. I can't remember how to look.

Did he rape my head, too?

I can't stop biting my lips. It looks like my mouth belongs to someone else, someone else, someone I don't even know.

Then Ms. Conners blows her whistle to stop and explain the retarded scoring system in tennis where the numbers don't make sense and love doesn't count for anything.

I think the Merryweather cheerleaders confuse me because I missed out on Sunday School. It has to be a miracle. There is no other explanation. How else could they sleep with the football team on Saturday night and be reincarnated as virginal goddesses on Monday?

I feel like any minute a guy in a lavender suit will burst into the room with a microphone and bellow, Another alternate-reality moment brought to you by Adolescence!

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds.

What am I afraid of? Why can't I even want to get better? When am I me and how do I know that and who would I be if I did what they want? How did I get like this?

Guessing is a weakness brought on by indolence and should never be confused with intuition.

Forcible sodomy and illegal entry, you put them both down and you get a jury confused. They figure it's two ways of saying the same thing.

Youth is the age of despairs.

This weird translation of feelings into gestures which belied words and words which belied gestures, confused and disoriented her. She needed someone to tell her whether to laugh or to cry.

Is it any wonder that I absent-mindedly take the entrance marked Aliens Only whenever I enter?

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

My inside self and my outside self used to match. A compass needle pointed true north. Now the needle spins around and around indicating the sad direction of nowhere.

He's wrong he's so he's so wrong he's more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.