Quotes About Chaos

This realization was the mental equivalent of a slow-motion clip played in reverse: A great mess lifts itself off the floor and flies upward to arrange itself on a tabletop. Tea unpuddles and siphons itself into cups midair to land neatly on a tray. Books leap from a jumble, flapping their covers like wings, and rise to roost in a stack. Sense out of madness.

It was like stepping into the pages of a book - a book alive with colour 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 seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

No one was sleeping. The world had been stirred by a hot poker, and sparks of crazy were flying.

is is war that creates a monster or a monster that creates war.

I thought, That's it, I'm going to throw myself under the wheels of the car. I'm going to run over my own head. But I couldn't even do that because I couldn't get up any speed. If you ran over your head in this gridlock, you probably wouldn't even end up dead, and your hair would be all f***ed up.

For then will be the incorruptible Judge, the terrible judgment-seat, the answer without excuses, the inevitable charges, the stern punishment, the endless Gehenna, the pitiless Angels, the yawning hell, the roaring stream of fire, the unquenchable flame, the dark prison, the rayless darkness, the bed of live coals, the sleepless worm, the indissoluble chains, the bottomless chaos, the impassable wall, the inconsolable cry, none to stand by me, none to plead for me, none to snatch me out.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

Magnus began to be truly alarmed. Will's voice would have shaken, betraying that his cruelty had been part of his playacting, but his son's laugh was that of someone genuinely delighted by the chaos erupting all around him

Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair fern and barfed it up on the carpet. Then he had apparently worked himself into a frenzy sharpening his ting by amazingly effective claws on the armrest of my dad's favorite chair. Now he was asleep on a pillow, curled up like a fuzzy little snail. "God, he's so cute," I said, shaking my head.

In the words of Euripides, 'those whom the Gods wish to destroy, first they make mad'.

Life is messy. I certainly don't expect tidiness from yours or anybody else's.

multiple kids. They always need something, but everything is always happening at once. You know they need you, but there's never much time to follow through. And yet I was the one who'd wanted the big family. The bustling household. Because I'd been an only child, raised by parents who barely spoke, either to each other or to me. So I loved the commotion.

It's like a sheet of blue-lined paper, the kind you write on at school, but with the lines suddenly missing. No structure. Nothing is predictable. Everything that might happen now is new. Sometimes disasters make me feel that way.

For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.

Heroes in motion tend to stay in motion, but villains in motion tend toward mass destruction.

It's like Great-Aunt Goguenar's Sixth Unkillable Fact: 'Everything just gets so fucked up sometimes and the natural resting state of reality is not to make any goddamned sense if it can help it and you've just got to accept that because it's not going to get any better from here on in.'

La folla non ragiona mai. È sempre cieca. E può diventare un mostro che nessuno è in grado di fermare.»

The man who can keep order can rule the world, but the man who can bear disorder is truly free.

My life has become a series of fast-moving parts, each hurtling forward while I race to catch up, forever on the verge of tripping.

It's tempting to believe that a break from life's routine will only cause chaos. But regimen does not ensure security. The only constant we can count on is change.

At chaos' core lies the invitation.

She was known there and the chaos on the street was more predictable and less personal than the pain at home.

Dare to change the world There is nothing quixotic or romantic in wanting to change the world. It is possible. It is the age-old vocation of all humanity. I can't think of a better life than one dedicated to passion, to dreams, to the stubborness that defies chaos and disillusionment.

La stupidità, quando viene ad assumere un'esagerata intensità, diventa anarchia