Quotes About Chaos

Love knows nothing of order.

When kids hit 1 year old, it's like hanging out with a miniature drunk. You have to hold onto them. They bump into things. They laugh and cry. They urinate. They vomit.

Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.

When you come from desperate poverty, and that's exactly what I come from, you know that nonsenses are not to be tolerated. I'm not sure who gains from chaos, but I know it's not the poor folks in the council flats. The politics of vindictiveness is never, ever anything like a solution.

Outside, life in Manhattan continued, oblivious, fast-moving, ignoring the detritus that piled up in the gutter.

the hell? I thought. My life is no more mixed

When man's law disappears or loses its force, nature's law returns—quickly.

People were rushing by, all hurrying to die

Mano gyvenimas yra šakotas, chaotiškas, ir be plano. Visi planuotojai nuved? pasaul? labai blogais keliais.

Everyone was bright and everyone had a point of view and everyone had a dimension that was a human quality no matter how steeped in chaos and mire that they were.

Why do we love the idea that people might be secretly working together to control and organise the world? Because we don't like to face the fact that our world runs on a combination of chaos, incompetence and confusion.

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It's a given and that's the secret.

When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.

let's imagine that 95 percent of the food on Earth magically disappears tonight, guaranteeing that almost all of us will starve to death within two months. Law and order collapse. Chaos and mayhem ensue. Who among us will still be alive a year from now? Will it be the biggest, strongest, and most violent individuals in each town? Or will it be the people who manage to work together in groups to monopolize, hide, and share the remaining food supplies among themselves?

Don't be ridiculous! Mystic arts be damned, a dog with machine guns is always problematic.

There is music in the noise, beauty in the chaos, truth in the lies, light in the void. He who has eyes, let him see.

When giant violent albino penguins are the least extraordinary issue of the day, then your day has slipped a gear.

That's when the screaming started.

Every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.

To the Judaic mind this is paganism, and it is never morally neutral. God creates order; man creates chaos—and the result is inevitably destructive.

Without law, society becomes chaos. But without narrative, law itself loses contact with the realities of human life. It becomes impersonal and at times inhuman.

We were a total mess. We'd been up all night. We smelled of ectoplasm, salt, and fear. We looked at one another, and grinned. Then we began laughing.

This city,' said George, 'is going to hell in a handcart.

It's amazing how much trouble two selfish outlaws can cause.