Quotes About Chaos

Inventar, deve-se admitir humildemente, não consiste em criar algo do nada, mas sim do caos.

Yo, como el archidemonio, llevaba un infierno en mis entrañas; y, no encontrando a nadie que me comprendiera, quería arrancar los árboles, sembrar el caos y la destrucción a mi alrededor, y sentarme después a disfrutar de los destrozos.

La invención, debe ser admitido humildemente, no consiste en crear desde el vacío, sino desde el caos [...] consiste en la capacidad de atrapar las posibilidades de un tema y en el poder de moldear y dar forma a las ideas que sugiere.

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos;

I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathized with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.

He spent months explaining Nietzsche's concept of the Dionysian to Evgenia; she loved the idea of embracing chaos—it seemed the perfect antidote to the stifling regimented boredom that surrounded them.

The truth of the matter is that we are careening into our darkest moment yet, and we look ridiculous doing it.

This is death during wartime and it is capricious as shit.

But if there is one dominant myth about the world, one huge mistake we all make, one blind spot, it is that we all go around assuming the world is much more of a planned place than it is.

Brink Lindsey has pointed out. 'Despite the obvious successes of unplanned markets, despite the spectacular rise of the Internet's decentralized order, and despite the well-publicized new science of "complexity" and its study of self-organizing systems, it is still widely assumed that the only alternative to central authority is chaos.

there is no end or purpose to existence, only ceaseless creation and destruction, governed entirely by chance.

Holy shit, she thought. The dragons are throwing cars at me!

Requiring everyone to communicate with everyone else is a recipe for a mess.

It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

And then, it arrived. Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It's very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself. It sucks the air out of your lungs and scrambles the world. Her vision went spotty around the edges. The ringing in her ears swelled again. Her knees buckled.

Office of Confusion and Panic

We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.

They scattered with no melody, no harmony, no rhythm to hold them. If music was emotion and emotion came from thought, then this was the scream of chaos, of the irrational, of the helpless, of man's self-abdication.

Yes how the mind arranges itself, tries to sort things into orders, is perturbed if things are not sorted, are not in the right order, nags away.

For us to respond in that way to hateful speech... we empower the worst of us .. to create chaos around the world.

You see, when a tragedy like this strikes, it is part of our nature to demand explanations - to try to impose some order on the chaos, and make sense out of that which seems senseless.

I realized this was now part of my job: maintaining an outward sense of normalcy, upholding for everyone the fiction that we live in a safe and orderly world, even as I stared down the dark hole of chance and prepared as best I could for the possibility that at any given moment on any given day chaos might break through.

I couldn't help but think about the daily fighting that continued to consume Iraq and Afghanistan and all the cruelty and suffering and injustice that my administration had barely even begun to deal with. The idea that I, or any one person, could bring order to such chaos seemed laughable; on some level, the crowds below were cheering an illusion.

You mean the Chaos Emeralds?