Quotes About Chaos

I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you have still chaos in you.

Ich sage euch: man muß noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können.

It was being convulsed by a cry, a command to break our prison bars of morality, shame, and hope, and turn ourselves over to, lose ourselves in, become one with, the fearful, enticing Lover who lies in wait in the darkness and whom we call God. I felt that love, death, and God were one and the same. As the years went by, I became even more deeply aware of this terrifying Trinity that waits in ambush in the abyss of chaos - in the abyss and in our hearts.

Yeah, it's a bum rap, basically?it's like referring to Soviet-style bureaucracy as socialism, or any other term of discourse that's been given a second meaning for the purpose of ideological warfare. I mean, chaos is a meaning of the word, but it's not a meaning that has any relevance to social thought. Anarchy as a social philosophy has never meant chaos?in fact, anarchists have typically believed in a highly organized society, just one that's organized democratically from below.

Knowledge, and truth, save us from chaos." His tone was quiet, reasonable. And made her want to bite him. "Tempering them with compassion and tolerance makes us human. Without those things, fanatics feed on fear and ignorance.

try to avoid panic because it leads to chaos, which leads to accidents. You get hurt that way.

remembered in bits and pieces. A storm at sea, drowning waves swamping

Knowledge, and truth, save us from chaos." His tone was quiet, reasonable. And made her want to bite him. "Tempering them with compassion and tolerance makes us human. Without those things, fanatics feed on fear and ignorance. The way they did in Salem, three hundred years ago.

Organism is opposed to chaos, to disintegration, to death, as message is to noise. To describe an organism, we do not try to specify each molecule in it, and catalogue it bit by bit, but rather to answer certain questions about it which reveal its pattern: a pattern which is more significant and less probable as the organism becomes, so to speak, more fully an organism.

We have already seen that certain organisms, such as man, tend for a time to maintain and often even to increase the level of their organization, as a local enclave in the general stream of increasing entropy, of increasing chaos and de-differentiation. Life is an island here and now in a dying world.

which is a fancy way of saying that nature tends to bring things to disorder.

The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was.

he was forty bushels beyond bamboozled.

There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. what we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.

Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.

What would Tyler Durden do?

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we cant decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable.

It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it's going to be, I don't know. Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.

Everything is still falling apart.

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you're changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you'll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you'll be dead.

Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.