confused

They're not chicks. They're ducks.

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

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

Most people living in the world are confused about life

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.

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...

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

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone_

Many people are confused by their own behavior

If I__ perplexed by the fact that I__ constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I__e determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

I may not have gone to high school every day, but I spent whole a lot of my adolescence feeling vulnerable and confused and alone... just like everybody else.

The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.

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.

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

Growing up in New York City, I was always encouraged to question authority, and I think I confused patriotism with jingoism.

I'm part of the mushball middle. I consider 'confused' the majority position because, thankfully, most people would rather be uncertain some of the time than 100% positive all the time - even when they're wrong.

We are all human beings, immigrant or non-immigrant. We all feel fear. We all love and become confused when we don't act as well as we would like to. We all get depressed and have feelings of uselessness. All of these things are true and have always been true.

Whenever I'm confused about something, I ask God to reveal the answers to my questions, and he does.