Confusion Quotes

I don't know anything anymore

Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

Even when you make a tax form out on the level, you don't know when it's through if you are a crook or a martyr.

It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.

Distortion upon distortion: . . . the more one uses the mind, the more confused one becomes.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

Parts exist only for purposes of figuring and describing, and as we figure the world out we become confused if we do not remember this all the time.

She was lost in her longing to understand.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping

Happy,Free,Confused,Lonley at the same time.

I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion.

To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.

The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it.

What the hell is wrong with him now?

It's a very confusing era that we're in.

If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?

Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!' Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?' Which one do you think?' Bad Vlad?' Good call.

But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.

How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing?

For mine own part, it was Greek to me.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

Ah! my poor brain is racked and crazed, My spirit and senses amazed!

Instead of always asking yourself how to clear up your mental fog, learn to ask: "Can confusion know anything about clarity?"

Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

When he to whom one speaks does not understand, and he who speaks himself does not understand, that is Metaphysics.

He who does not understand the supreme certainty of mathematics is wallowing in confusion.

May I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

Quand celui à qui l'on parle ne comprend pas et celui qui parle ne se comprend pas, c'est de la métaphysique When he to whom a person speaks does not understand, and he who speaks does not understand himself, that is metaphysics.

Through ignorance of what is good and what is bad, the life of men is greatly perplexed.

I've never been more confused in my life, but at the same time I've never been more satisfied with what we've done.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.