Quotes About Chaos

the chaos forever lurking beneath our thin surfaces of security.

Describí cómo había llegado a la conclusión de que los elementos que constituían el mundo como una obra de teatro eran el orden y el caos, y no elementos materiales.

Question: Who are you—or, at least, who could you be? Answer: Part of the eternal force that constantly confronts the terrible unknown, voluntarily; part of the eternal force that transcends naivete and becomes dangerous enough, in a controlled manner, to understand evil and beard it in its lair; and part of the eternal force that faces chaos and turns it into productive order, or that takes order that has become too restrictive, reduces it to chaos, and renders it productive once again.

El caos es el recóndito fondo oceánico al que Pinocho viajó para rescatar a su padre de Monstruo, la ballena que escupía fuego. Ese viaje hacia la oscuridad es una de las pruebas más difíciles que un muñeco tiene que superar si quiere ser real, si quiere arrancarse de las tentaciones del engaño, el fingimiento, la victimización, el placer impulsivo y la subyugación totalitaria, es decir, si quiere ocupar un puesto como verdadero Ser en el mundo.

He then creates Man and Woman in His Image, imbuing them with the capacity to do the same—to create order from chaos, and continue His work.

When everything has become chaotic and uncertain, all that remains to guide you might be the character you constructed, previously, by aiming up and concentrating on the moment at hand.

Chaos is also the formless potential from which the God of Genesis 1 called forth order using language at the beginning of time. It's the same potential from which we, made in that Image, call forth the novel and ever-changing moments of our lives.

One of these is chaos. Another is order. The third (as there are three) is the process that mediates between the two, which appears identical to what modern people call consciousness.

The past is not necessarily what it was, even though it has already been. The present is chaotic and indeterminate.

If everything were anything," Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

Those wire baskets where you leave your paperwork to die...

The mall at Christmastime was not for the faint of heart. I overloaded about thirty yards in.

Democracy is a mess—but it kind of works.

What we perceive, when things fall apart, is no longer the stage and settings of habitable order. It's the eternal watery tohu va bohu, formless emptiness, and the tehom, the abyss, to speak biblically—the chaos forever lurking beneath our thin surfaces of security.

Not, like, that, boychik, you sound like a herd of elephants charging through a music store.

I know of one semibarbarous zone whose librarians repudiate the "vain and superstitious habit" of trying to find sense in books, equating such a quest with attempting to find meaning in dreams or in the chaotic lines on the palms of one's hand.

Pero siento que pese al caos político y económico, su mundo, y el mío y el tuyo, permanece siendo un mundo benigno, y tan chico que a veces me irrito. El mundo del andariego debe ser enorme, hostil, pero libre.

Los placeres profundos son caóticos y destructivos. Y la felicidad de la paz es un disfraz del aburrimiento.

There are, above all, times in which the human reality, always mobile, accelerates, and bursts into vertiginous speeds. Our time is such a one, for it is made of descent and fall.

Cars whooshed by. Somewhere nearby a dog was barking. A couple of girls in halter tops were smoking, which they couldn't do inside the Anchor. A gang of overgrown frat boys were jeering, and one of them was pissing in the alley next to the bar. The restrooms there were so malodorous that no one ever used them more than once.

Insanity is contagious.

reality itself become something random, inexplicable.

Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!

demons of fear and disorder