Quotes About Confusion

By deafening ourselves to the emotional consequences of violence we have become confused by its relationship to sex. We have come to believe that violence equals aggression, and we have come to base our model of sexuality on our model of violence... converting an act of aggression into an act of consensual sexuality.

Teachers are as clueless as students.

Juno MacGuff: I don't know what kind of girl I am.

Juno MacGuff: [yelling through the house] Dad? Mac MacGuff: What? Juno MacGuff: Either I just peed my pants or um... Mac MacGuff: *Or*...? Juno MacGuff: THUNDERCATS ARE GO!

There's a time when things go out of tune. It's not all the time. It's not even a lot of the time. But it is some of the time. And then you have to deal with it all. Everything comes out wrong. You dream about goats and monkeys. People start to look at things wrong. Maybe you think the world looks squashed and flat. Maybe you get stones in the bulgar and you burn the smoked wheat.

I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.

I've got a hangover." "No, you hit your head on the floor." "I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.

went wrong with Celia, too, she

I couldn't believe Nonnie was telling me to go. Pushing me to go. And as I threw my underwear and one of Nonnie's old dresses and my transistor radio into the bag, I wondered if they was in on it together, all three of them. Nurse Ann and Mrs. Forrester and Nonnie. But I had to pick one person to trust, and I guessed that was going to have to be the lady who took me to the beach and told Mary Ella the truth and cared enough to ask me questions about my daddy.

Berlin is still going through a transition since the Cold War - both in what used to be East and West Berlin. I can still sense the confusion and the struggle for identity there in the streets. There's a pulse to it.

I worked as a cryptologist, where I decoded puzzles, even thought I can't make the jagged pieces of my own life fit.

You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life WON'T help me here. You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes wish you had struck me dead along with it.

Lo poco que entendían algunos comerciantes a sus clientes no dejaba nunca de desconcertarlo.

Alors c'est ça l'amour. Cette espèce de truc qui ressemble à un début de grippe, quand on se dit qu'on va morfler un max mais que d'un autre côté ça permet de sécher l'école. Cette envie de sauter au plafond et de rentrer sous terre. Cette sensation d'avoir la honte écrite sur le front, et d'être en même temps le plus fier du monde.

Quella mattina si affacciò dirigendo gli sguardi al triangolo visibile di deserto e credette di essere morto. Non pensò che potesse essere un sogno. Nel sogno c'è sempre qualcosa di assurdo e confuso, non ci si libera mai dalla vaga sensazione ch'è tutto falso, che un bel momento ci si dovrà svegliare.

Nel sogno c'è sempre qualcosa di assurdo e confuso, non ci si libera mai della vaga sensazione ch'è tutto falso, che un bel momento ci si dovrà svegliare.

The girl lost, what is she but the Prince found?

If I should try to put it into words, I mean how I did see her, it would be incomprehensible, for the simple reason that I find that I never did have a really clear idea of her at any time. I had an image of her, but that is not the same thing. An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties. I had gathered, of course, a good deal from you, and later, after she went away, from others, but this only strengthened my confusion. The more we learn of a person, the less we know.

Truth is, I wouldn't know a gigabyte from a snakebite.

So it's confused. A: It is. D: It doesn't really belong there? A: No. It is just being what it is, but it is destroying worlds. In its normal place there are other sets of laws where it exists with others like it. And there it would not be destructive. It's a different space, a different dimensional reality.

What's scary is the ability to understand multiple situations and not know which is right.

That had been the end of Communism. I had a feeling watching the tape that America would be next, but for once I kept my mouth shut. In my silence I felt our common ground: here we were, two men, neither young, neither with money, neither earning a penny or holding down a job or owning a house, both thoroughly confused by the way the world was turning.

Our is a world where people don't know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it.

I don't know what the hell I was doing, all right?! I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore. And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.