Confused Quotes

I am so confused, nobody wants to be in a sate of confusion, but me when I get confused its like the best moments. My brain works in differences ways. Each way somebody inside of my head wakes up. Confusion is the voices inside of my head; each voice is different from each other. Just because I became confused all of them woke up like death wakes up from darkness.

Sometimes I'm in a mood like a Maths problem such as "If you have 4 pencils and 7 apples, how many pancakes will fit on the roof? Purple, because aliens don't wear hats".

We humans are such complicated and confused beings that we call the animals beasts.

The mind is more sensible than heart, if you are sure listen to your heart, if you are confuse listen to your mind.

Would I always look back on this moment with regret, no matter which choice I made?

Is my world turning into Harry Potter's?!

I freely admit I'm confused. I'm a confused and troubled individual but at the same time...Its Free!

Not to have a confused church is to teach paramount importance of the truth

sometime hate is just confused love!

Was I happy? Maybe more content thanbouncing-off-the-sofa-like-Tom-Cruise-ecstatic, but that’s still happy isn’t it?

I think, therefore I am... confused.

A painting is worth a thousand confused art-gallery visitors.

No matter what there always seems to be something clouding my existence, nothing is ever clear.

I had a vision.I lay half asleep in the dirt. The sunset Behind the hills and burnt my skin.And in the dream I saw a throne--my throne,Built on the tower of my life.When I woke all I could think of was myVision, etched so clearly on my mind.I worked for three days and three nightsWith no food or drink, until my visionHad become a reality--perfect in everyDetail. I pondered the significance of thisEdifice and shook off my trance....I felt tired,I felt lonely,I felt confused,I felt so bloody confused,I felt like a right prat!

Life was about loss. One minute standing on the promise of your dreams, then free-falling backward into nothingness. Is this what it meant to grow old? To gradually be stripped of all you cared about. And then what? Were you supposed to spend the rest of your life, dreaming about the past while you waited to die? Or did you start a new life, set the cycle in motion once again. Take the chance of losing that, too. And if you did, what happened to the old life? Did it die away from lack of attention?

It’s really very difficult to understand a woman – actually it’s not she but he who is confused

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

When you don't know what to do, go back to the places, the people and the promises where you know you last heard God.

Ignorance is the worst liberation. To know even a few is better than knowing nothing at all.

I seem to be torn between 'I wish we'd met earlier' and 'I wish we'd never met'.

They're not chicks. They're ducks.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?

Your purpose naturally is as unclear as your divine nature. To discover your purpose, you must reintroduce yourself to your divine nature. When you do, you'll begin to hear silent whispers directing you to your purpose.

Before i could utter a word, my listeners had left me long ago.

The misfortune of a young man who returns to his native land after years away is that he finds his native land foreign; whereas the lands he left behind remain for ever like a mirage in his mind.However, misfortune can itself sow seeds of creativity.---- Afterword to "Hothouse" Brian Aldiss

She tried to think of the right thing to say - something that would make him leave her alone. If she said she could defend herself he'd want her to prove it. But if she said she couldn't defend herself, then he'd take her out there to learn. This is so messed up.

I can cross my arms and I can cross my legs, but nothing seems to cross my mind.

Remember that there is only one important time and that is now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person you are with, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future? The most important pursuit is making the person standing at your side happy, for that alone is the pursuit of life.

If I’m perplexed by the fact that I’m constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I’ve determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

We have errantly romanticized love as something we freely get verses something we sacrifice for in the giving.

And round and round and round. Why couldn't I get past the letter? Like poison id had seeped into every image and every memory I kept of Callum, polluting them until I couldn't tell which was real and what was just wishful thinking any more. Until at last, I was forced to face the inescapable fact that, for whatever reason, Callum had written the letter.

I've never been lost, but I was mighty turned around for three days once.

My rather arrogant attitude deludes me into believing that my ability to understand something is the criteria for its legitimacy. And if there’s one thing in my life that I don’t understand yet I allow to be legitimate, thinking this way would most certainly be it.

Smartass Disciple: Master, I feel really really confused about the truth.Master of Stupidity: Only confused? Walk in my shoes then you tell me.

I imagine you dream of me on the nights I dream of you. I'm always so confused by the platonic way we enjoy each other’s company. We talk about so many things that I can't recall when I wake up. How did you get me pregnant last night? We never touch in my dreams.

Love is when two people who care for each other get confused.

Insecure people often falsify the past, in order to make the future pure.

Life is similar to a bus ride.The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops at intervals and people board in.At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent.But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of the journey would lose its essence and the journey altogether would neither be worthwhile nor smooth.

Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

He was going to need God Almighty to come down from On High to explain this one.

Well, this is how I feel: I want to live by the ocean but also in the forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside. Do you understand me?

It is better to stay single and wait for the one that makes sense then to marry someone that makes absolutely no sense. The moment you settle is when the one person that makes all the sense in the world shows up and Satan sits back and enjoys your spiritual meltdown.

When you don't know where to start,just go to a place you miss so much.

Doubts are good. Confusion is excellent. Questions are awesome.All these are attempts to expand the wisdom of mind.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

I keep running away, As if from something, As if to something. I keep running away, As if from myself, As if to myself.

Never give a person a piece of your mind when all you really wanted to do was give them a piece of your heart.

My heart is one part predatorAnd one part saint!Most of it is crazyAnd a little bit too saneIt falls for allBut beats for noneIt’s one part brokenStill shoots like a machine gun!

Sometimes I wake up wanting to tell you to leave everything you claim to hold dear behind and be with me instead, but oftentimes I wake up wanting to tell you to go fuck yourself...

Most people living in the world are confused about life

I'd rather be lost than be somewhere I don't belong.

But what if hope had a threshold? What if there was a limit to it? What if each of us was only given a certain amount and mine was used up?

Funding for the Special Operations Network comes directly from the government. Most work is centralized, but all of the SpecOps divisions have local representatives to keep a watchful eye on any provincial problems. They are administered by local commanders, who liaise with the national offices for information exchange, guidance and policy decisions. Like any other big government department, it looks good on paper but is an utter shambles. Petty infighting and political agendas, arrogance and sheer bloody-mindedness almost guarantees that the left hand doesn't know what the right is doing.

Victims”, by definition, are those that have just experienced a trauma of some sort. They are going through an entire array of emotions and circumstances that are happening to them internally and/or externally. They are trying to wrap their mind around what just happened to them. They are trying to regain some sort of balance in their mind. They feel violated, cheated, confused, scared, insecure, ashamed, guilty, impotent and at a loss for words/actions/thoughts. Many times, they even feel numb and in shock. Their mind is in a state of crisis and chaos. They are in the “victim stage”. They are truly a “victim” by definition.

Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the ‘reality’ that I’m far more lost than I could have ‘imagined’.

If knew more about Alzheimer's and the Brain, your mind will be blow and most cases you will confused...

What have I done to her?" Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. "What the devil did she do to me?

I finally gave in today. Admitting that I haven't been able to do it alone, that's defeat right? But do a couple pills change why I'm here? Will my spirit be altered? Do my passions change? Will I lose hope either way? My madness is what makes me. It’s my most unique beauty.

Being lost without grasping the rather obvious fact that we are lost is by far the best guarantee we have that we’re going to stay lost.

Like many people who became sick, I found that researching man-made radiation immersed me into a corporate world of lie, confuse and deny.