confused

It's amazing how confused and distracted and misdirected so many people are.

Elegance is usually confused with superficiality, fashion, lack of depth. This is a serious mistake: human beings need to have elegance in their actions and in their posture because this word is synonymous with good taste, amiability, equilibrium and harmony.

As a result of 50 years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused not knowing what they were. The result was a herd of unhappy sexual misfits... the women wanting to dominate and the men to be nannied.

He, however, who begins with Metaphysics, will not only become confused in matters of religion, but will fall into complete infidelity.

The trouble with people like Tony Blair is they get confused, they think intelligence is education when they're two different things.

Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.

I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don't have.

Science is wonderfully equipped to answer the question 'How?' but it gets terribly confused when you ask the question 'Why?'

When we first get to space, we feel sick. Your body is really confused. You're dizzy. Your lunch is floating around in your belly because you're floating. What you see doesn't match what you feel, and you want to throw up.

No one suggested Lehman deserved to be saved. But the argument has been made that the crisis might have been less severe if it had been saved, because Lehman's failure created remarkable uncertainty in the market as investors became confused about the role of the government and whether it was picking winners and losers.

Nothing is more confused than to be ordered into a war to die or to be maimed for life without the faintest idea of what's going on.

God can pick sense out of a confused prayer.

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

I'm too open minded that I don't know what to mind anymore.

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".

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

sometime hate is just confused love!

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__ one part brokenStill shoots like a machine gun!