Quotes About Chaos

Donald Trump is like a practical joke that got out of hand.

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

I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

Stop the life cycle-I want to get off!

There's enough drama in my life whether I want it or not. There's enough going on right now to keep my head spinning all the time.

One thing I've learned about the Marvel universe is that it's a little bit like God... if you want to make him laugh, just make a plan.

I will be in Melbourne, Florida, and I just heard the crowds are massive that want to be there. I turn on the TV, open the newspapers, and I see stories of chaos, chaos, yet it is the exact opposite.

It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.

Stone, sea, forest, city—and every creature that ever lived—all share the same struggle. Being resists unbeing. Order wars against the chaos of dissolution, of disorder.

If indeed the universe posessed a mind, it was a cluttered one. And if corners such as these thrived in that mind, then the custodian was asleep, or, perhaps, drunk.

The world vanished inside a shrieking, whirling ochre haze. Stones and gravel pelted them, drawing flinches from the stallion and grunts of pain from Kalam.

Where flies Korabas, there shall be T'iam.

We are all gripped in madness. I have never seen the like nor heard of such a thing—gods, what we have become…

There were enough thugs in the world – and those thugs could well be wearing the raiment of a noble, or a Fist, or indeed a priest's robes or a scholar's vestments – enough of them, without question, who lusted for chaos and the opportunities it provided. For senseless cruelty, for the unleashing of hatred, for killing and rape. Any excuse would suffice, or even none at all.

The sorcery that had been unleashed here today had been enough to fray the fabric between the worlds. Whatever dwelt beyond, in the Warrens of Chaos, felt close enough to reach out and touch.

And somehow they would be less than human then. The game the mind must play to unleash destruction

Laughing, he'd flung dense clouds of earth and stone skyward to blind them.

Marionettes dance afield beneath masterly hands – I stumble among them crossed by the strings in tangled two-step and curse all these fools in their mad pirouette –

Life fears chaos. It was ever thus. We fear it more than anything else, because it is anathema. Order battles against dissolution. Order negotiates cooperation as a mechanism of survival, on every scale, from a patch of skin to an entire menagerie of interdependent creatures. That cooperation, of course, may not of essence be necessarily peaceful - a minute exchange of failures to ensure greater successes.

Cousin, there is very little I truly believe. Beyond the oxymoronic fact that supposedly intelligent people seem to revel in being stupid. For this, I blame the chaotic tumult of emotions that devour reason as water devours snow.

War isn't just one thing, over and over again. It's a thing that never stops changing, and every change is just fucking worse than what went before.

Blood and chaos is the wine and meat of the gods—most of them, anyway. Especially the ones most eager to meddle in mortal affairs.

The amount of time we can successfully predict the state of a chaotic system depends on three things: how much error we're willing to tolerate in the forecast; how precisely we can measure the initial state of the system; and a time scale that's beyond our control, called the Lyapunov time, which depends on the inherent dynamics of the system itself.