Edmund Burke Quotes

Ultimately, it's a pretty confusing moment.

There is such a choice of difficulties, that I own myself at a loss how to determine

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

What the deuce is to do now?

And what am I to do on the occasion? -- It seems an hopeless business.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

We live in a bewildering world.

He can't decide whether to leave his visor half open or half closed.

Especially moments when things are very difficult and complicated for me and I am still trying to grasp what is happening and I am still trying to understand and to reach family back home.

There are many things that I don't understand.

I asked for more information because I am unable to unscrew the inscrutable.

The great problem now is that we don’t know what to do.

None of us truly knows what we'll do when the circumstances become so overwhelming and complex that we can't even tell right from wrong.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

Nothing. I was confused for two years. I didn't understand anything and I'm still confused.

The real nature of our predicament is completely opaque to us.

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

I wanted us to share the sense that the number of wrong moves far exceeds the number of good moves, to share the frightening instability of the correct decision, to bond in being confounded.

Politics is not what it pretends to be, the expression of a collective will. Politics breathes well only where this will is multiple, hesitant, confused, and obscure even to itself.

There is much unexplained in the world. It behooves us to be wary at all times. Just when you think you've got the hang of it, along comes string theory, collateralized debt obligations or Björk's new album, and bam! You're as confused as you were when you first started.

We are living in dangerously weird times now. Smart people just shrug and admit they're dazed and confused. The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb. It is the beginning of the end of our world as we knew it. Doom is the operative ethic.

Sometimes I feel like a beetle crawling through a fusion power plant. I can feel a certain amount, see a certain amount, but I sure as hell don't understand everything.

Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his mind