Quotes About Chaos

The nation was under siege by bloodthirsty hordes charging like rabid wolverines across the borders.

Buck got walloped by flying fists and Budweiser bottles, and at one point a man costumed as Lady Gaga attempted to rip the beard from his chin. The man was surprisingly strong, and wore just enough jasmine perfume to be distracting.

Cosmos is a Greek word for the order of the universe. It is, in a way, the opposite of Chaos. It implies the deep interconnectedness of all things. It conveys awe for the intricate and subtle way in which the universe is put together.

The study of the galaxies reveals a universal order and beauty. It also shows us chaotic violence on a scale hitherto undreamed of. That we live in a universe which permits life is remarkable. That we live in one which destroys galaxies and stars and worlds is also remarkable. The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent to the concerns of such puny creatures as we.

el deterioro de sus cuerpos de que habla la segunda ley de la termodinámica

Kozmos ''düzen içinde bir evren'' anlam?nda kullan?lan Yunanca bir sözcüktür ve bir bak?ma ''karmaÅŸa'' anlam?na gelen Kaos'un kar??t?d?r.

First there was the great cosmic egg. Inside the egg was chaos, and floating in chaos was P'an Ku, the Undeveloped, the divine Embryo. And P'an Ku burst out of the egg, four times larger than any man today, with a hammer and chisel in his hand with which he fashioned the world. —The P'an Ku myths, China (around third century)

If the structure of the world with all its order and beauty is only an effect of matter left to its own universal laws of motion, and if the blind mechanics of the natural forces can evolve so glorious a product out of chaos, and can attain to such perfection of themselves, then the proof of the Divine Author which is drawn from the spectacle of the beauty of the universe wholly loses its force. Nature is thus sufficient for itself; the Divine government is unnecessary.…

He always entered the house as though he were entering it with the intention of tearing it down from inside

The real truth, that dare not speak itself, is that no one is in control. Absolutely no one.

Trouble sires three children.

Sometimes lunatics are so driven, they can take the whole world into madness with them.

If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!

This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.

Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

The purpose of this lectchoor is to let you know where we are. We are in the deep cack. It couldn't be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?

They'd smash up the world if they thought it would make a pretty noise.

All the shops have been smashed open. There was a whole bunch of people across the street helping themselves to musical instruments, can you believe that? Yeah, said Rincewind. ...Luters, I expect.

Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos were lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armor and shouting 'All Gods are bastards.

The four lesser apocalyptical horsemen of Panic, Bewilderment, Ignorance, and Shouting took control of the room

People look down on stuff like geography and meteorology, and not only because they're standing on one and being soaked by the other. They don't look quite like real science. But geography is only physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. And summer isn't a time. It's a place as well. Summer is a moving creature and likes to go south for the winter.

She folded her arms and then shouted, Right you thieving scunners! How dare you steal Miss Treason's funeral meats! Oh, waily, waily, it's the foldin' o' the arms, the foooldin' o' the aaaarmss! cried Daft Wullie, dropping to the ground and trying to cover himself with leaves. Around him Feegles started to wail and cower and Big Yan began to bang his head on the rear wall of the dairy.

Vimes took the view that life was so full of things happening erraticaly in all directions, that the chance of any of them making some kind of relevant sense were remote in the extreme.

I just think the world ought to be more sort of organized.' 'That's just fantasy,' said Twoflower. 'I know. That's the trouble.' Rincewind sighed again.