Karrie Webb Quotes

I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.

I have never met anyone who wasn't confused inside.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

I think that battle that you have almost never goes away. You're always questioning and hoping that stuff goes a certain way, that you get a certain reaction.

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 am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

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

I don't know how I feel right now.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

On the road from the City of Skepticism, I had to pass through the Valley of Ambiguity.

I don't know what I am. And it's not important.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

Our present time is indeed a criticizing and critical time, hovering between the wish, and the inability to believe. Our complaints are like arrows shot up into the air at no target: and with no purpose they only fall back upon our own heads and destroy ourselves.

Where I fit in is confusing to me.

If I look back I feel frightened, not happy, because my life is a bit of a mystery to me.

What the hell am I doing here?

Doubt is thought's despair; despair is personality's doubt. . . . Doubt and despair . . . belong to completely different spheres; different sides of the soul are set in motion. . . . Despair is an expression of the total personality, doubt only of thought.

I am plagued by doubts.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

So round and round you go, spinning mental wheels and nowhere finding anyplace to get traction. What the hell...is it?

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

What, what am I to do with all of this life?