Quotes About Chaos

I have been told that there are two human responses to the perception of chaos: naming and violence. . . There is, however, a third response to chaos, which I have not heard about, which is stillness. Such stillness can be passivity and dumbfoundedness; it can be paralytic fear. But it can also be art.

But that might be unfair. It is hard not to notice how much more attention is given to hell rather than heaven. Dante's Inferno beats out Paradisio every time. Milton's brilliantly rendered pre-paradise world, known as Chaos, is far more fully realized than his Paradise. The visionary language of the doomed reaches heights of linguistic ardor with which language of the blessed and saved cannot compete.

The closer God and His rule are tied to the definition of marriage, the more order, productivity, and fulfillment are experienced in our marriages. The further away God and His rule are, the more chaos occurs in the home.

then the suffering and fear of the living trying to escape that death. the deceit-filled system established to conceal that chaos. the people caught between the order of the crooked system and death. the bizarre festivals where with their own hands they gave shape to the shapeless fear they wished to escape.

Make a mess. Clean it up.

Phryne always existed as a still, self-possessed point in a maelstrom. Usually she had created the maelstrom herself.

rummaging furiously in a mind which appeared to have entirely lost its card index....

Pandemonium reigned.

What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos.

La casualidad es la única dueña y señora del universo, ya lo dijo Einstein

I didn't want us to abnormal. I didn't want all this chaos and underworld crap... but that's where we'd come from. The choas was part of us. Part of what we were. And I was afraid if we lost it completely, we might lose part of ourselves...

Imagine: You've spent all day traipsing around London, lost in a maze of chaos, trying to find a hidden illusion; you've been living on hope, ignoring reality, fueled only by feelings you don't understand. You've been looking for a dream, never truly believing you'd find it, but now - incredibly - you have. It's right there in front of you - just behind that off-white door. It's there...

Imagine: You've spent all day trapping around, lost in a maze of chaos, trying to fine a hidden illusion: You've been looking for hope, ignoring realty, fueled only but feelings you don't understand. Your've been looking for a dream, never truly believing you'll find it, but now- incredibly- you have. It's right there in front of you- just behind that off-white door. It's there….

On some level, most novelists write fiction to create order out of chaos. When you shape a fictional story, you can tie every loose end, fit the round pegs comfortably in circular holes. In a novel the author can create a world that makes sense.

Shutting down civilization is actually hard. The fiercer the disaster, the faster the chaos burns out.

All this is happening for a reason." Yeah, she thought, to annoy me.

When I speak about marriage, I often quote this equation: E – R = D (Expectations minus Reality equals Disillusionment). That little equation can apply to a lot of things in family living, but another equation fits blended families much more aptly: N × R = C (Naïveté times Reality equals Chaos).

I heard Carl shout, and I turned to see Roland now on fire, though not as bright as his sister. Carl simply kicked him into the pool, where he fell like a rock, extinguished.

While she organized the albums in the cabinet beneath the hi-fi, she placed the James Chance and the Contortions album Buy on the phonograph and cued up the fifth song, which she remembered her parents often playing before they would all head out into the world to create some new form of chaos.

This world is rigged with ruin.

Whichever way you look there is a din of tumult; Whichever way you go there are flames and torches; For tonight this world is heavy with labour pain; To give birth to a world which will forever remain.)

In a country which had accepted caste distinctions for many centuries, inequality had become an inborn mental concept. In a state of chaos, self-preservation is the supreme duty.

El mundo entero ha enloquecido. ¡Deje que enloquezca! ¿Qué importa si matan a mil personas más?

The deck appeared to be nothing more than a jumble of ropes and lines. The vessel was filled with objects that seemed to have no discernible purpose. Even the sailors appeared like aliens. They dressed their scarred, often disfigured bodies in strange clothing, ran around the deck barefoot, or scampered aloft like monkeys as they mouthed words that might as well have been Greek: