Quotes About Chaos

All hell broke loose.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend...

Lies! Lies, all of it! Murderous thieves - there's not room for their kind of civilized society!

In the never-ending battle between order and chaos, clutter sides with chaos every time. Anything that you possess that does not add to your life or your happiness eventually becomes a burden.

With Stacy, it was interesting because you know he was within all this chaos, all these different lives that were so broken and so much anger and so much frustration and their skating came out of that, their different styles came out of that.

Anything that can possibly go wrong, does

Chaos, Chaos, infinite wonder! Wheeling and reeling on wavering wings...

In a near anarchy, the only law is to maintain order. My

She was a nightmare quilt from hooves to eyebrows, and she was running for her life.

All in all, it was the goldarndest, Barnum-and-Baileyest, rib-stickinest, rough-and-tumblest infernal foofaraw of a media circus anybody had seen since grandpaw chased the possum down the road and lost his store teeth, and I was heartily sorry to have been a part of it.

Blood and guts everywhere. Who would have thought one old woman could make so much mess? Mick tippy-toed through the gore, planning each step to avoid getting any on his Docs. Christ, he'd just polished them a couple of hours ago. What if he slipped and ended up back in hospital? Some people had no consideration for others, sure enough.

Creative minds are rarely tidy.

What you seem so unwilling to accept, even now, is this: that the ideals which supported the old Republic had no correspondence to the fact of the old Republic; that the glorious word concealed the deed of horror; that the appearance of tradition and order cloaked the reality of corruption and chaos; that the call to liberty and freedom closed the minds, even of those who called, to the facts of privation, suppression, and sanctioned murder.

Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing - and the insane mind behind it just urges us all on and on to more destruction. And we all keep playing.

The splendid discontent of God With Chaos, made the world; And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs.

Annalise loves to take things out of wherever they've been put away and leave them in little mounds all over the house. Her father, my uncle Eric, says she is chaos incarnate, but actually she's very organized. She knows exactly where everything is.

There is pattern but no logic in criminality. It is your task to cohere confusion, to bring order out of chaos.

It runs and spins and wags its little tail like a metronome that has lost its mind.

eres de los que piensan que una mujer cerca arregla el mundo. Mendieta no era de ésos. Al contrario, creo que si el mundo estuviera gobernado por mujeres el caos sería generalizado.

A small red face ringed in soft black curls looked up at him for one moment, registered that he wasn't the milk-providing parent, and erupted back into a howl. There was no telling Lucia that she was a pebble on the shores of eternity. She was a living, breathing, adorable source of chaos, and he loved her so much that it felt as if his heart were beating outside his body.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out. I am a fossil dating from the beginning of the world: not all of its elements have completely crystallized, and initial chaos still shows through. I am absolute contradiction, climax of antinomies, the last limit of tension; in me anything is possible, for I am he who at the supreme moment, in front of absolute nothingness, will laugh.

In all the edifices of thought, I have found no category on which to rest my head. Whereas Chaos—there's a pillow!