Quotes About Chaos

Up to that time, the Republic, the Empire, had been to him only monstrous words. The Republic, a guillotine in the twilight; the Empire, a sword in the night. He had just taken a look at it, and where he had expected to find only a chaos of shadows, he had beheld, with a sort of unprecedented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, stars sparkling...

A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. Quid obscurum, quid divinum. Each historian traces, to some extent, the particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell.

In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there is something of everything; there is bravery, youth, honor, enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the eager fury of the gamester, and above all, intervals of hope.

How do we know that the creation of worlds is not determined by the fall of grains of sand?

This blind-man's-buff musketry lasted for a quarter of an hour and killed several panes of glass.

To paint a battle requires those mighty artists with chaos in their brush

Life is messy-- especially now-- it will help if you accept the mess and let it be.

There was a beauty in chaos, a wildness that hinted at things gone wrong and mistakes overcome.

Chaos. Dust. Crowds. The street was a living, breathing dragon of humanity, inching forward, wheezing dirt, honking horns; people yelling for help, babies crying, and the smell of sweat heavy in the air. Automobiles

The street was a living, breathing dragon of humanity, inching forward, wheezing dirt, honking horns; people yelling for help, babies crying, and the smell of sweat heavy in the air.

In the past days, she'd come to understand the importance of upheaval. The tallest mountains were created by violence and chaos; like them, a woman's independence was born of fire.

This will be a lot of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

What has happened to us? She asked. To this country? The world has gone mad, Jacob murmured.

Story collectors tend to be superstitious. Knock on wood, black cats, four leaf clovers... that sort of thing. After all, superstitions are the little stories we tell ourselves to make sense of our chaotic world.

In truth, the natural state of humanity was chaos. The Americans had just managed to hold it at bay over most of their short history.

white! Total overload! The hangar sounds

Like a revolving door to hell.

Aphrodite just kept smiling. Because she was just doing what a goddess does-the same way that a tornado rips houses apart or a fire burns down a forest.

Until a few days ago, humans had been little more than legend to him, and now here he was in their world. It was like stepping into the pages of a book -- a book alive with color and fragrance, filth and chaos -- and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seemed to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place was a story about her.

The world had been stirred by a hot poker, and sparks of crazy were flying.

When all else fails: explosions.

My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.

One beat followed the sound, a single beat of stillness, and then chaos leapt in.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar... We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?