Quotes About Chaos

Having told of so much beauty, how is it possible to tell of her? There are no words left on the earth in any tongue that will do. Such words vanished from the world when it shook itself free from the ocean of chaos, in a cataclysm that reshaped it like one of the balls small children throw in the air at play.

The complexity and danger of the enterprise were nevertheless, considered essential to the plan as a whole: To discover what he wished to, by his own and undetectable means, while leaving as much chaos and doubt in his wake as he might.

He looked around the room at all the stuff. But it wasn't just stuff and it wasn't just any girl grenade that had gone off in there. It was Nikki McKinney grenade.

We've stepped off the cliff and are falling into madness.

They all seemed to function in it, but to say they controlled it would be wrong...The chaos controlled them.

Heme aquí divagando otra vez mientras estalla el mundo a mi alrededor.

I spun back and saw Eli standing in the midst of the chaos, undisturbed. I rushed for him, grabbed his arm, and fell to my knees before him. "Save us!" I cried. Surely he could, with the power I had seen him use. He looked down at me lovingly and smiled. "Remember, Grace, you are the light!" he cried above the cacophony. "Just like me.

Hayat bir anda nas?l da tepetaklak olabiliyordu.Bir dakika her ?ey yolunda iken hemen sonra ikinci dakikada...kolayca mahvoluyordu.

at sixes and sevens

As a memoirist, it's your job to impose order and meaning on the chaos of life.

And a thought spoke quietly from under that thought, there is no God. God is a pattern we impose on chaos. Just like beauty. Saying, there, look at that one. God is not there. Nor beauty. He's over there, look. The red can cupping the sliver coin of light. God's beauty. In the desert of salt that we can't see at all, that surrounds us.

The world is frenzied—giving and taking.

If you remain calm in the midst of great chaos, it is the surest guarantee the it will eventually subside

If you remain calm in the midst of great chaos, it is the surest guarantee that it will eventually subside.

The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.

Chaos is the true state of the universe anyway." "My universe was fairly orderly before all this." "It was only an illusion.

When the house is blown up, there's nothing to shut or open.

que sigue es peor, no que sea malo porque ahí nada es ninguna cosa precisa; justamente el caos, la confusión resolviéndose en un falso orden: el infierno y sus círculos.

Svaki nered se opravdava ako teži da iza?e iz sebe, možda se kroz ludilo može dospjeti do razuma koji ne?e biti onaj razum ?iji je nedostatak ludilo.

Would somebody please tell him whose idea it had been to kill the entire state of Colorado?

Below lies the dark core, that great iron ball beneath all things. Its compressed weight is fantastic; it is older than time itself. It is a vestige of the blackness that predates all existence, when a formless universe existed in a state of chaotic un-creation, lacking awareness even of itself.

That's exactly why nature always trumps gardens. Gardens are just reality pruned of chaos. What doesn't work you rip out.

Life is a cracked surface at best. Fiction is a nice edifice. / every word/sentence/paragraph gives a writer an opportunity to reinforce or deliberately crack the edifice by screwing with meaning, structure, grammar, the fourth wall, etc. / different types and degrees of cracking produce different arrangements of order and chaos.

The most cursory glimpse at the world we perceive through out senses is far richer than this nothingness can seem to support. Things sprout, drip, spew, dive, wander, branch, breathe, trickles, fizz, pierce, curl, spiral, branch, shine, flicker, and fade. The shapes and motions are rich and irregular. The nothing we have met so far seems far too neat to give rise to all of messy reality.