Jean-Jacques Rousseau Quotes

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

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

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

There is not a single line in this diary that does not call for a correction or a denial...Yes: throughout these pages I meant what I was writing and I meant the opposite; reading them again I feel completely lost...I was lying to myself. How I lied to myself!

It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.

I held his gaze. I could see the storm in his eyes. I knew he was confused. I could see the fear. Then there was the love. I saw it. The fierceness in his eyes. I believed it. I could see it clearly. But it was too late now. The love wasn't enough. Everyone always said that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul was shattered.

The heart and the mind, what an enigma.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage.

There are always two forces warring against each other within us.

So being two different people in one day unnerved me to no end.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

I like characters who are contradictory.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

I am a man of contradictions, I suppose.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

I feel like I'm in my own head a lot; it just feels amazing, but scary, weird and confusing.

I am a living contradiction.

There's a conflict between what's in your mind and what's in your body.

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

What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.