Quotes About Confused

How does it feel?" he asked. "To be stuck in a fairy tale?" "How does it feel to be one?

Jane saw that Madeline's feelings about Jane's baking were similar to Jane's feelings about Madeline's accessories: confused admiration for an exotic behavior.

The automobile, both a cause and an effect of this decentralization, is ideally suited for our vast landscape and our generally confused and contrary commuting patterns.

Bad Girl! She chided. I'm pretty sure Boris is a boy, I said. Oh, I know, Mrs. Basil E. assured me. I just like to keep him confused, Then she and Boris headed off with my future.

he was part of a family whether he wanted to be or not, the family of humanity, more often than not a frustrating and contentious clan, flawed and often deeply confused, but also periodically noble and admirable, with a common destiny that every member shared.

It was an innocent question, made reasonable by the body of confused and often contradictory rumors that make Zora Neale Hurston's own legend as richly curious and as dense as are the black myths she did so much to preserve in her classic anthropological works, Mules and Men and Tell My Horse, and in her fiction.

Well, probably I was fed up with concrete poetry. There was a lot of bad concrete poetry and besides, it was confused with visual poetry which was completely different.

Estás más perdido que un juey bizco!

Then: "Yup. We're definitely lost.

just as instinct may fail an animal under some shift of environmental conditions, so man's cultural beliefs may prove inadequate to meet a new situation, or, on an individual level, the confused mind may substitute, by some terrible alchemy, cruelty for love. The

got treatment. I worked hard—I did the work. I got well again, Arwen. I was a child. Twelve. I was confused, unwell, and I'd come under the spell of a twisted, Charles Manson–like young man. A Paul Bernardo.

You have a visitor, my lord. I frowned, What? That is why I came in here. You have a visitor waiting for you. I stood up, exasperated. Why didn't you say so? Lacuna looked confused. I did. Just now. You were there. She frowned thoughtfully. Perhaps you have brain damage. It would not shock me in the least, I said. Would you like me to cut open your skull and check, my lord? she asked. Someone that short should not be that disturbing.

Within the first twenty years of our lives, before we are really adult, we make choices motivated by insecurity, fear, and other people's expectations; certinly not guided by clarity and wisdom. We plod along for years living with the wrong career or spousal choice, in a location we did not choose and perhaps do not like, and much more. One day we wake up restless and confused, and acknowledge that we have no agenda of our own, and that we have been living someone else's passion, their dream.

I was lonely and confused You have came there with smile. You guided me and made me happy. Ever since I have became fan of you. Happy anniversary.

Haters are confused admirers who can't understand why everybody else likes you.

It's impossible to work under conditions where they confused negativity with objectivity. You can't fool the fans.

She went to take the notebook, but Boris beat her to it. "Bad girl!" she chided. "I'm pretty sure Boris is a boy," I said. "Oh, I know," Mrs. Basil E. assured me. "I just like to keep him confused.

nonplussed.

Just say perplexed or bewildered, even confused, but never nonplussed.

She has no sense of direction — when she goes to the bathroom in a restaurant, you need to give her a compass.

Despite the many cinematic qualities of life in America, this country is not a film. It lacks the real-time clarity and cohesive story-telling that makes a silver-screen epic so palatable. Instead, it is a muddy, confused, noisy, unwieldy thing that we are forced to come to grips with after the fact and often erroneously.

I am not expecting anyone to feel sorry for me, but when friends ask how it feels to be a debut novelist who has also been long listed for the Man Booker prize, I have to admit that my response has confused me. I am so overwhelmed, so delighted, so honoured and so surprised, I have come out in a violent cold.

I see every chance of a long, confused and disorganizing civil war, and I feel no desire to take a hand therein.

I think it should be evident by now, but I'm as lost as anyone.