Quotes About Chaos

In the beginning, in a time that was no time, nothing existed but the Womb. And the Womb was a limitless dark cauldron of all things in potential: a chaotic blood-soup of matter and energy, fluid as water yet mud-solid with salts of the earth, red-hot as fire yet relentlessly churning and bubbling with all the winds. And the Womb was the Mother, before She took form and gave form to Existence. She was the Deep.

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

The sting of a fly, the Congolese say, can launch the end of the world. How simply things begin.

If you are one of the few that still hasn't been, let me tell you what a city is. A hot mess not easily escaped.

shambles in her sternum.

If that is our nature, then nature is madness. These are more dangerous times than we ever have known.

What is new is that we now know so very much about the world, or at least the part of it that is most picturesquely exploding on any given day, that we're left with a desperate sense that all of it is exploding, all the time.

Everywhere were metastasizing telephone lines, riots of electric wires, laundry hanging from prefabricated apartment windows like tears from idiot eyes.

Hell is empty And all the devils are here. —William Shakespeare, The Tempest

An indistinct cacophony blanketed the area like fog: people shouting into mobile phones, street-stall hawkers exhorting potential customers, cars and horns and jackhammers. A couple of pigeons soared from one rooftop to another, flapping their wings in seeming laughter at the seething mass below.

It was big enough for five village dances and a riot.

The truth, one tends to think, is that all of us, drunk or sober, sedated or not, aggrieved or manic, live consciously or unconsciously within this maelstrom, which no one really wants to risk shutting down.

God doesn't have a plan, He throws pickup sticks.

Animals. Let them burn, then. Let the streets be filled with the smell of their sacrifice. Let this place be called racca, ichabod, wormwood. Flex And power transformers atop lightpoles bloomed into nacreous purple light, spitting catherine-wheel sparks. High-tension wires fell into the streets in pick-up-sticks tangles...

But in no way should any of this be taken to mean the Bolsheviks established effective structures of governance. Far from it: the Bolshevik monopoly went hand in hand with administrative as well as societal chaos, which Lenin's extremism exacerbated, causing an ever-deepening crisis, which he cited as justification for his extremism.

He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

Whenever righteousness falters and chaos threatens to prevail, I take on a human body and manifest myself on earth.

In a world of change, disruption, chaos, and relentless uncertainty, people crave an anchor point, a set of constructs to give them guidance in the face of turbulence. Covey believed that timeless principles do indeed exist, and that the search for them is not folly, but wisdom.

For convenience, history is often viewed as a conflict between the instinct for order and the impulse toward chaos. Both are necessary: both are manifestations of the need to survive. Without order, nothing exists: without chaos, nothing grows. And yet the struggle between them sheds more blood than any other war.

In perfect unison, all the townspeople vomited gouts of blood onto the pavement.

Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.

To be paralyzed is to feel powerless. Feeling powerless, your life becomes overwhelmed with chaos. Chaos leads to fear . . . fear turns you into a victim. A victim is someone who allows the outside world or their inner thoughts to control their consciousness.

Fractal litigation, whereby the flapping of a butterfly's wings on one side of the world resulted in a massive compensation claim on the other.

Qualunque sia il caso, lei è sparita dalla mia vita. È il prezzo che ho dovuto pagare per aver flirtato romanticamente con l'apocalisse. Sono stato così sciocco da credere di poter giocare con il caos, mentre era il caos a giocare con me.