Quotes About Chaos

The chaos in my head spun itself into a silk of silence. I had distilled myself to the immediacy of hand, blade, blood, flesh.

Somehow however just knowing that I could fully expect unhappiness to return – if not predictably then nevertheless reliably – was strangely liberating. The point was that even chaos had a structure a beginning and eventually an end. It was possible to live through it. I'd been doing as much for twenty years.

Smooth and ordered on the outside; roiling and chaotic and desperately secretive underneath, but not noticeably so, never noticeably so.

I am convinced that the deepest desire within each of us is to be liberated from the controlling influences of our own psychic madness or patterns of fear. All other things—the disdain of ordinary life, the need to control others rather than be controlled, the craving for material goods as a means of security and protection against the winds of chaos—are external props that serve as substitutes for the real battle, which is the one waged within the individual soul.

I could pretend I was a princess whose life went from chaos to crisis without looking down between chaoses to find, to her relief, that her dress wasn't torn. •

there is no order in the world around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

Yet economics purports to be strangely exempt from this fact of life. From Adam Smith's day to our own, the chief concern of the discipline has been to render economic events unsurprising...The discernment of orderly rules governing the apparent chaos of life was a remarkable achievement and continues to amaze.

One of the great things about anarchy is that it's hard to get it organized.

Whatever Reality really is, it must have an inherent order. There is far too much consistency and predictability in matter, and even in personalities, for Reality to be grounded totally upon chaos or personal whimsy. And so that order should be understandable, and even explainable, by using clear conceptual reasoning to clarify what the patterns in that inherent order probably are.

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder.

Then the storm broke, and the dragons danced.

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but refuse. They cling to the realm, or love, or the gods…illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. But they'll never know this. Not until it's too late.

Lawless men are everywhere in this dark time, oh, yes. Men with cold steel and colder hearts. - Varys

Wherever she looked, she saw fires. They covered the earth like fallen stars, and like the stars there was no end to them.

All around, the sea was full of ships. Some were burning, some were sinking, some had been smashed to splinters.

A dozen great fires raged under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house, their orange and scarlet pennons fluttering insignificantly against the jade holocaust.

Men are mad and gods are madder.

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Battle is an orgy of disorder.

Negro society was in turmoil and chaos. The colored folk in straining every nerve to get the Black-No-More treatment, had forgotten all loyalties, affiliations and responsibilities. No longer did they flock to the churches on Sundays or pay dues in their numerous fraternal organizations.

The irony of this endeavor is palpable, for English itself is a hopeless hodgepodge of other tongues, with more exceptions than rules, more chaos than order, and enough new words created each day to keep the Oxford English Dictionary folks very, very busy.

It will take time to restore chaos

All human life has its seasons, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all, does not last forever, does it? There

Sometimes the fresh load of guests would turn up before we had got rid of the previous group, and the chaos was indescribable; the house and garden would be dotted with poets, authors, artists, and playwrights arguing, painting, drinking, typing, and composing. Far from being the ordinary, charming people that Larry had promised, they all turned out to be the most extraordinary eccentrics who were so highbrow that they had difficulty in understanding one another.